tear down his ratchet ridden bones
slice his pretend truth and disgusting love
we will touch no more.
he is mine, no more.
rip the stitches sewn to button two together,
crush the black ribs that protect his dumb, dummy heart.
destroy everything him
and hang it on a cross.
burn it; battered and dying
kill it painfully
so it hurts me, too.
he is mine no more.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
