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Jan 2022
At once I look behind me with self-hatred and longing,
Because it was beautiful when you broke me.
Who knew that devastation could happen in vivid colour;
Sensual, electric, intoxicating

You fed me blood and I craved it
We were vampires creeping the streets at night
Afraid of daylight, you had me pale and thin
Elusive, invisible to those who once knew me

So why do I wail over the loss of this torment?

I drink fresh spring water now,
I have peace and it is a relief;
Yet your fingers still play songs of yearning on my heartstrings

Will I ever feel such violence again?
Written August 23, 2021
Isabella Macdonald
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Isabella Macdonald
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