He's Your Heartworm
He's found another heart to devour.
Reciting the perfect words, perfecting gentle mannerisms.
Cleverly burrowing his way in.
Feeding off the shadows of weakness.
Eating the beat of the flesh.
Making its way into the center.
Seducing embers deep within its heart cage.
Then licking it into pieces.
He carries no oxygen,
only the soil of past conquests.
He's your latest heartworm,
your sticky rosary of death.
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