Black Heart

Black HeartDarkness befalls, grips my black heart, soggy and smoked, charcoal of burnt duress, soul retching and chopping and still. Heart pumping, blood flowing in aching veins, poison ivy seeps and creeps through my bloodstream. My black heart beats the same. No matter the pain.

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