A Poisonous Love Can Be A Gift
You are killing me here,
Reaching into my chest and swiping around for a heart.
I would say don’t touch it,
For it’s a poisonous thing,
But you might as well wither if you wish to draw blood.
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You are killing me here,
Reaching into my chest and swiping around for a heart.
I would say don’t touch it,
For it’s a poisonous thing,
But you might as well wither if you wish to draw blood.
Hey! Not used to giving feedback so I hope this helps!
In love the last lines! I love the imagery in your poem, and it wasn’t obvious or boring
I could still explore the theme of death, disease and decay, and how you’ve related it to your poem
I personally would like to read a couple more lines after
“…swiping around for a heart”
And then go into to the finishing line
I’m not sure if this fits , because I love the imagery of “Swiping”, but what do you think of grasping?