2018

I will cut you from my heart

Until my hands are thick in blood.

Until your memory is buried deep

Into the frozen ground

My love now becomes.

You are rot on my tongue

And will be death in my words.

Our epitaph will read:

“No more, my darling,

only betrayal and disease

Live upon this barren land…”

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