Gambles of passion

Stiches hold her fragile heart

But his words like razor keep cutting through.

‘He won’t stop the bleeding. You don’t have to he owns you not’ her mind says

But oh his kiss blinds her to believe he’s worth it

His hands tracing down her

Fire in his hands, she’s set up to burn

Let the stiches break open…

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