Have you ever tasted a bloodied heart,
chewed on the veins and swallowed the blood.

It’s not cannibalism if you don’t see their tears.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot
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after she left that morning
i hung on the wall much
like the naked wood of the mop.

no bucket and dying of thirst,
i waited there for her until
my hair collected dust.

coffee spilled all across
our wood floor and all
i could do was wait.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot