You held the kaleidoscope
Pieces- there’s a hole in my heart
where my brain used to be-
And swirled, the dripping blood begged
to shine like glitter.
No longer can
I
Let you assemble my broken pieces
Into your home and call me
Love.
Bodaciously Black, Slayer of Synonyms and Soliloquies
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