Creative Writing

Where is the love-line with you?

Has the drumbeat of your heart fallen flat against the line? No more staccato rhythms, only empty echo chambers inside.

I am the Queen of hearts, it was inevitable you would end up giving me yours. But I am not without compassion, I do love to receive and to give.

I weigh each heart against this feather, and reciprocate with a gift of equal measure. I must evaluate your gift to me upon these scales of justice divine.

Francine, you’re the girl of my dreams. Will you wipe away all my flaws and mistakes? Like, all of me. I am empty. Breathing hollow.

Nothing was stolen, all freely given. I cannot give you what I do not have.

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