“Your mushroom heart demanded darkness”
Image: Design by Hümans’ heart full of mushroom
Every time I take down this tarnished memory of you
From a dusty shelf in my mind
I feel the sharp blade of your bitterness
Steal across my brain.
Your eyes glare at me—
Two slivers of pane.
Sharp icicles hang in the windows of your soul.
Passion gathers and drips from the hard, smooth cold.
When you spoke, the room boomed and seethed.
Those walls could not hold a hate so self-engorged.
Your mushroom heart demanded darkness
A close, dank cellar and rotten words:
You scribbled decay across many hours—
The syllables all sigh their wasted powers.
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