closings xviii

Kinsey Peterson

It is my hope that this bleeding heart

never stops dripping crimson red across marble floors,

as the love that once was

sits like stone in the depths of my organs.

And the love I have never voiced,

takes its moment in the spotlight.

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2024 14:36
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