Thursday, 1 February 2024

This heart

 
This heart of mine
isn’t mine

It’s been used
I can tell
it was broken, once
but it’ll be
nonetheless
the best ever

I was given it
by a stranger
who wasn’t heartless
when they passed it away

I thank them
with their whole heart
and take it to soul
to make them proud

this heart of theirs
I’ll make it mine
 

Redolent

  The smell of mannered flesh forcing itself up the nostrils, coaxing the downbeat soul self-hate feeling the urge the exorbitant behoving f...