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cold, cold heart.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on March 13, 2015 by whyvonne


every time she heard that icy winter wind heave and blow, the plastic sheeting on the windows whistle and breathe…

with the fury andĀ force of the fourth blizzard of 2015, her heart died just a little more…for the man she made leave

justified though she may be
for handling things so properly

explosive anger, fear and loathing

her cowering and oppression now coming to an end

did not equalize the suffering
of her sending out her best friend

into the worst weather ever

…and her fragile, pounding heart melted into a puddle, sliding down past her knees

onto the floor