I will break my heart
without any sound
day after day
in front of your door.
Vermillion rivers will flow along my body
from the curve of my breast
to the smallest of my toes.
Vermillion rivers will color the earth with
a divine blood
a starry blood
a sticky blood.
Making the whole world shine
in a million rubies
until you're mine.
YOU ARE READING
The bugs' collectors (the notebook)
PoetryTried to put 'em all in a jam jar, even tho they'd get away.
