"My Sweet"

Coming from the mouth of hate A deep green ink tumbling out With those damn red petals Having been stained by the blood Spilling into vile words of suffering Twisting this way and that As if alive- slithering into place I would plunge the dagger Deeper still into your chest Turning it and slicing on either side Until I could reach in and pluck That beating organ from the cavity And hold it in my hand, so tenderly Just as I always have been with you And then crush it in between palms Applying more pressure until The pain is unbearable and then Maybe you will have felt What you've put me through

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