In cold blood- a poem

It feels good
The coldness of it
When it leaves his body
She stabbed his heart
To give him the pain that he gave her
It moves so slow
Unlike their love
Or what she though they had
She was to kill him
Go all fatal attraction on him
He had no choice
She wanted his blood
As quickly as he had gotten his heart
It was an easy battle
One they both lose
He lost a life
And she lost a love
But it felt good
His love did
But his blood felt better
On her tongue

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