No longer a beat

The beet bled

down the length

of my fork

overtaking my hand

and then my arm


Purple blood

seeped into my chest

straight for my heart

sliding into my veins

in a comfortable way


My head told me no

but it was too late

to reconsider my fate

a heart crushed

and no longer a beat.


—Victoria Emmons, 2014

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