A boy with her heart
A broken muscle, pumps and slackens.
It's feeling dulled in her chest.
Lifts a hand up to feel it move,
But there's no sound beneath her breast.
The veiny parts have all been cut,
A very clever trick.
He whispers, “if I can't be with her,
I won't let her live.”
Copyright © Tricia Campese | Year Posted 2017