Heartless


Love is a boning knife, sliding
along my ribs, splitting the skin
for easy access to my heart.

He wields the knife carelessly,
as though he’s done this before
and doesn’t fear the slip.

Wriggling, stripped to naked
flesh and lust, I found myself
a fool: skinless, but not heartless.

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2 responses to “Heartless

  1. Interesting, Cherry. I take it your last romance didn’t go quite the way you had planned.

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