The huntsman

she said to murder your darling
she said to push a knife through my chest
and let the blood spill
so she could have my heart
on a plate

the night was silent
coiling around my skin
like a dead lover
and I could feel your hand
sliding into my ribcage
unplugging the wires from within
leaving me
cold

snow-white cold

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