Riven (Poem)

My heart is two chambers

You enter me

And all is dark

Ghostly apparitions

That call to your corporeal form

 

The heart pumps

Takes in your life and warmth

The soft touch of your fingers

The heart shudders

Rives

Violent

 

My heart is two chambers

The ventricles are clogged with death

The valves flutter delicatly

Tired of their spasming liveliness

Begging your touch

 

The heart surges

With new light

With your light

It is confused

Riven

Silenced

 

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