JUNK HEART

  It wasn’t the first time Her heart had been broken But it was the first time Her heart felt like junk So… She told the boy to keep it Because she knew, never again Would it ever beat the same  

FINALITY

31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP IN COMMENTS)   Bruised Where the rope Roped to rafters Rafted into eternity Lines Like jagged railroad tracks Tracked her soft white skin Skinned her fleshy neck Left Like a beaten rag doll Dolled up with defeat Defeated by finality