Torn Heart Tree

The red throbs
out of the ground
breaking into two
halves. The branches
dangle . . . . The
arteries intertwine
pressing
down.
Their leaves like eyes
stare,
their fruits shaped like tears
feed.
The taste of sorrow
dripping down my lips.
Bite. Splash.
Baptism.
I touch the fleshy grass
with nervousness
as I watch the sunset
in my soul.
She leaves
and
my night.

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