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Chipped Ice His Heart and Soul


Upon his heart, a scar
forever worn, placed there
as if sewn long ago, did

she . . .

with black widow's skill of weave,
agony's needle so deftly thread
with fingers of icy spikes
on cold frigid hands, did

she . . .

took heavy black string of sorrow,
attached unbearably strong aching hurt,
so intense, ungodly and horrid,
lesser ones of weaker heart have died
from such when applied, did

she . . .

imprisoned his heart in a fortress
of glaciers, walls of ice forged
by frozen nails and rivets of frost
borne of fear and frightful pain from

she . . .

guardian of the heartbreak he hoped
desperately to vanquish, but instead,
it was the love he sought that was
subdued, conquered and driven away by

she . . .

forced me to fight harder to free him,
only to fail, losing miserably every
battle lost, did I, until my heat was
depleted, disabled and useless for
thawing my lover's frigid heart.

she . . .

I have never met, but hate her;

she . . .

cold and heartless Succubus,

she . . .

left for me the reap sown by her,
so much cruelty resides within her,
such a hyper-devious and evil bitch

. . . she!


GreenLipstick
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