Were I not ensanguined I would bleed pity into your callous heart.
Blunt rejection implodes ego, hate blurs self-perceived kindheartedness
Excised heart lies cold upon the butchers slab, revenge keeps it beating.
Revenge best eaten cold, hell no; pray hard, there’s fire in my belly.
Belly full of you, I spill memories until I run on empty.
Empty, I am yesterday; tomorrow has no need for warm embrace.
Gay at dVerse has us writing American Sentences, these an American haiku invented by Allen Ginsburg. Each line/sentence consists of seventeen syllables and should tell a complete story.
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