The table is set,
My disembowelled heart atop the silver.
The blood is still fresh from the knife and
I present that to you too,
In case there is another offering you might prefer more.

Take it.

Take as much as you'll need to take me back.

Tears at the altar

Author's Note

Reading this one again feels strange for sure because I don't feel this way at all anymore. But I remember when I did. And it's weirdly satisfying to recall how I felt this so heavily I had to write it all down. Do you guys know what I mean?

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