• loner 37w

    He carries a grotesque heart,
    like a porcelain vase
    with a delicate floral
    pattern painted on.

    The pattern, like a
    certain painting
    had a gloominess
    to it,
    an evil gloominess,
    an eerie gloominess,
    an evil eerie, glow in the dark gloominess.

    And like all rotten things,
    it stank of
    of despise.
    The stink kept
    every human
    and every
    humanly thing possible
    and attracted
    every unearthly creature
    towards him.

    And maybe that was why
    he was heading
    where he was headed,
    up the white marble spiral staircase.
    Another gloomy heart
    landing in the wrong orbit.


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