No hearth is left burning
In our closed space of four walls
Where once joy stood
A flash of bright teeth
But now
All there left is a crack
And the stain from nosebleed
A day ago
When his calloused palm
Collided
Against my round plump face
A howl breaking loose
From the heart bleeding
Onto the floor
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
No hearth is left burning
In our closed space of four walls
Where once joy stood
A flash of bright teeth
But now
All there left is a crack
And the stain from nosebleed
A day ago
When his calloused palm
Collided
Against my round plump face
A howl breaking loose
From the heart bleeding
Onto the floor
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