the rape of the heart

idk just a stream of thoughts?

Oh my lord.

There it goes.

In the hands of the devil.

He holds it carefully from the water’s throes.

Oh dear me.

Here it comes.

Carried by an angel.

She holds it like a proud nun.

Good god.

Where in the world did it go?

They hold the pieces of my heart.

Pity, how I loved them so.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Crowley]

What to do if you get them back....what is the glue that puts it back together again. Nice work girl, I wonder who would use their peices more effectively, the devil or the angel, hmmmmmm..its like having the little angel and devil characters sitting on your shoulder and arguing. Nice write.

[MissWordSmith]

love the title and the poem too! great work once again!
:)