Dear Mariabelle
You were like a flower once,
delicate and beautiful.
But he made you his
grotesque little puppet and
now there's nothing left of
you but a husk of wind.
You loved him even when
he tore off your wings and
tied strings to your arms
and carved crimson hearts
on your hipbone and said
"I own your heart."
I guess you didn't know
any better, after all it was
the only way of love
you ever knew.
He wrapped his hands around
your heart and squeezed it
until you sunk to the bottom
of the ocean to sleep with
the fishes.
step into the water and sinksinksink...
until your heart feels no more.
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