Let's paint the town
with remnants of my freshly squeezed heart.
The citrus bursts
along my ||spine|| create such a sound
...that I'd be crazy not to crave it...
Don't worry about running out.
I hear that the arteries last the l o n g e s t,
and the haphazard o u t c r y of imploding fibers are just as addictive.
My last few vertebrae s i g h
as the liquid slowly runs down them-
it takes so long for hearts to dry out.
Better keep still till it does;
we wouldn't want to smudge it.
A/n: Tell me what you think! :D