Slaughtered Heart

All I know about love

is that it hurts.

It left me wounded.

It left me harsh.

It left me burdens.

It left me scars.

It taught me lessons.

It taught me distrust.

It showed me agony.

It showed me too much.

It used to drive me, inspire, renew.

It used to be what I thought

would see me through.

It’s as dead as the night-

grazing black Angus cows

below a McDonald’s billboard

in the dead center of…

Nebraska.

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