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Her Heart

Wrangled, shredded,
still beating, a pulsing
orb of torn muscle,
torn emotion,
tearing away at her
soul under her
soft breast.

It writhes madly in my hands,
fixating, spattering black
blood on my cheeks, dripping
upon the marble floors,
unevenly twitching as it
pumps it's disease unto the
wind.

It soaks me, seeps under
my skin, rushes down my throat,
into my lungs.  It
Chokes me,
Hurts me,
Drowns me,
Kills me.

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Written November 12th, 2006

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  • XbeautifulyXbrokenX
    June 5, 2007
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    very descriptive very nice! i liked it! it was diffrent and very ejoyable!