guilty like formaldehyde (poemoff 8)
perserve my insides--
poisoned rasberry jam, too seedy
and redbrown--the color of
blood, now that i think of it,
the color of my heart
that pumps,
pumps,
pumps during every
brokenpromisemoment
of that night in your bed.
The title of this poem comes from "THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO SAY A PRAYER FOR ME" by Zack.
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