Necrotic Heart

Tissue once healthy,
Ceaselessly pumping,
Bright red passion.
In and out,
And in again.
Pierced by a dart,
Made of word poison.
Passion leaks,
At the contact point.
Turns black and decays,
Into tissue necrotic.
Ceaselessly pumping,
Contamination.
In and out,
And in again.
Replacing red passion,
With the blackest spite.

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