Mechanical Heart

Once upon a time, I wore my heart on my sleeve and found that loving a man is worse than heart disease Had to stitch it back in place after it was ripped, stripped into pieces, splintered into bits Now...

The Black Heart

Dominique crept into my room last night. Came through the balcony door. Deep inside, I knew she’d be back; she’s been visiting me quite often the past few days. She came with me to New York; she ate dinner with...