This sweet madness
Blood burns inside her wrists so sore
until she’s writhing on the floor
in acute pain caused by the madness
of consuming ones heart and wanting more.
The red drips from her baby nose
it doesn’t stop but gently flows
shivering and crying, curled up fetal
the dark desperation of her emotion grows
Growing large, her strawberry heart
turns from sweet to surprisingly tart
the wood beneath her creaks and groans
from this place she can never again part.
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