by Jessica Calandra Shoup
(Ohio, USA)
Your chill (my spite)
('switch of a light')
wound and cut an unhinged heart.
Love turns to hate;
rage bleeds to stain
one-half of the hungry heart.
Polar changes
brainslicedrain my
deeply damaged, hollow heart.
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