st. valentine died a brutal death, you know

i’ve numbed myself, steeled myself,



been stolen from–

two years                    later i’m about to crack open

only a matter of time until the glass door lodged closed in the center of my heart

s h  a  t  t e  r  s–

wish i could let the past be past let




the recesses of my mind but

it’s still there,

its treacherous claws only digging in deeper so

hello there, terror–

now i see your face in every slender stranger in the subway

in the familiar dark jealous rage reaching through my dreams

to pull me in for a kiss.


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