If He Only Had a Heart


United States
35° 4' 22.7136" N, 106° 37' 2.4312" W

Losing him feels like

a thousand days' rain.

A weathered heart

pumping rusty blood

through iron veins.

When he's gone

a patinated pulse

is all I have left.

I can feel his presence

tightening my chest.

I'm corroding.

A tarnished girl

trapped in tinman flesh.

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That was really nice imagery and all played off of the metal rust element really well. 

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