Of Hearts That Bleed


The heart itself is a double mixed bag. Forever

Desperate for acknowledgement and safety and solace

Yet presuming that blood need never be spilled. But there can be

No warmth, no surety, no abiding open space without first some grand

Strutting through every jeopardy, every wager, every humbling death.



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