It’s real now, the knife’s
Twist no longer metaphorical.
A long, sickening and dulling piercing jerk. A twelve
inch blade that’s pierced my heart
from side to side. The blood that
once rushed at the sight now coating
me in a second skin.
A stain that will never come out. Fade
with time it may, but come out, never.
An ever constant reminder of lose.
Always here, but never present. A ghost
of you that will haunt evicted heart til
the day it dies itself.
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