Heading South Snippets

1

Yours was the first heart

Suckered and heavily fanged

Nursing at my jugular.

That sticky red milk,

Inflating your terrible ego.

2

I, a melting candle,

Diminished all the more

For your insatiable darkness

Found myself malleable,

Featureless, my tears,

Hardening to scars.

3

My love was only a toll

Each passage, a prison,

A cost and those stalked streets

Leading nowhere.

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Some snippets I scribbled before bed

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