I thawed my heart and crammed it down her throat
like you force charcoal for an overdose.
I'd hoped it would enliven her
and purge the poisons plaguing her vitality.
She disgorged my offering soon after consumption.
She believes this means she's dying inside.
She's afraid she can't sustain
the buds laboring to bloom in the cavity
between her hips and heart...
Likewise,
I'm starting to suspect my gift was spoilt before I'd frozen it...
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