by Sheldon Woodward
I keep staring at your face, waiting for it to show some glimmer of regret for what you did to the woman who gave you her loving heart. At least now you know there’s darkness inside all of us, not just you. I’m still a good woman, but you beat most of that goodness out of me, so the darkness slipped out before I could stop it. I know that I’ll never hear you say you’re sorry, but at least now I have your heart too, throbbing in my bloody hands.
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