Organ for grinding


My hand is here,
holding out my heart.
Waiting for you
to hear it beat.

There is no offering
without blood
dripping from fingers
that hesitatingly
and with nervous
trepidation
wonder if it will
be cherished
or left to bleed dry
the vessel that
keeps me alive.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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