A Fire In Her Heart

He comes to her in the night
Whispering the name of a dead man
His hand on her shoulder
As cold as ice

This night
She screams

In pleasure?
In pain?

No man has ears to hear

For she speaks not with a mouth
But with a heart

And this night
A heart screams a word

“Run!”

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