Submission
The moon rises, as thin as a razor and just as sharp.
Can I? he asks, even though
He already knows the answer.
She nods. It has always been yes.
He reaches forward to
Pluck her hand from her chest.
It emerges steaming hot and
Weeping scarlet tears. After all
It had always belonged to him.
End.
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I do NOT encourage the stealing of hearts, literally and figuratively.
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