stained grass

heart like
a claymore set
to annihilate
anyone foolish
enough to
accidentally
venture close
enough to trigger

mind like
a rusted trap
infecting your
soul with
lockjaw in
runners of
tetanus in a
terminal spiral

cordoned off
from the world
with all the
agony of knowing
i will never
be more than a
stain in the shape
of a broken heart

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