Feb 4
2 min read
The Desert of My Heart Dries All the Unseen Tears
Prose Poetry
You left your scorch marks across my verdant fields. The green withered to dust and dirt, robbed of all nutrients. My life-saving blood barely beat through my veins. Every heartbeat was an education in pain.
My vines that had once embraced you became the ropes that wound around me, draining me of the vibrancy I had once claimed as…
