"...still be friends?"
She holds his heart
in her gentle fingers;
without malice
the nails lacerate
and rend
the delicate tissue,
releasing precious fluid
to flow from
hollow eyes,
run down
his blank face,
and spill into
the open,
empty
cavity in his chest,
where
a heart once beat
with unbridled passion.
copyright AP Ashley 1996
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