Author: dew and gasoline PM
She finds letters on the ground and she doesn't know who they're from but she does. Not meant to make sense. Only to make feeling.Rated: Fiction M - English - Chapters: 6 - Words: 472 - Updated: 05-05-12 - Published: 04-01-12 - id: 3009963
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Go on. Use me and reject me.
Rip strips from the sides of my heart and slap them down on a hot griddle just to hear the sizzle.
Julienne my vena cava and serve it with crouton crunch over a Caesar salad sprinkled by a dash of balsamic hate for dressing.
Skewer my dangling aorta amongst onions and mushrooms as a savory shish kabob that shines bright with my blood.
Go on. Devour my love with such avarice that you puke poems and shit love letters. My heart is a useless thing to me but for that it tastes good to you in its ruination.