My Heart Pours Bittersweet
By Anonymous
Stake me with a clove, through the flesh of my golden heart.
My heart pours bittersweet, hot
Hot and bittersweet be the blood you spill,
Each clove piercing deeper;
Piercing, shredding golden chambers, golden ventricles.
What once was unopened now beats with sharpest pain,
Leaving behind nothing more than traces of love
Evergreen no more.
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