poem: we are all one in the face of heartbreak

i know you have no heart to give,

the stench of its remains

linger, rotting and foul on the breath of those who devoured you –

whose kiss you pressed your bitter lips to.

 

it must be love, then

that makes sacrifices

out of beast and virgin alike.

– talia b. / @raggedhearts

 

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