Like leftovers from an extravagant meal,
I thawed my heart and put it on her plate-
I'd hoped it would sustain her.
It was rejected with vigor.
She infers that she's toxic:
spoilt soil at a nuclear blast site.
I'm starting to suspect the offering itself was necrotic.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
Like leftovers from an extravagant meal,
I thawed my heart and put it on her plate-
I'd hoped it would sustain her.
It was rejected with vigor.
She infers that she's toxic:
spoilt soil at a nuclear blast site.
I'm starting to suspect the offering itself was necrotic.
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