The girl working at the store,
had a new flavouring recipe ,
one of a kind never thought of,
nearby her was the blender,
she had always been consuming,
portiorns and portions of
that breathing heart,
mixed up with zilch
blending smoothly
like ice cream,
same speed, same sound
imagine a heart grated,
pieces and pieces ,
yes pieces as small as an atom,
that which I can't carry,
nor can I see with my eyes,
was how she blended it,
not to serve, not for sale,
not to be drank,
for shame it is,

How it feels??
I had poured myself into those writings,
her emotions, her feelings, her love,
her anger, her experience,
gone like burning paper,
and the words with it,
not to ever be remembered
like a lost memory
where not even a name is recognized
so with her most best writings,
unlike a dead body with a chance to be burried,
there were no last words,
no final say,
not even a chance to touch,
like ashes to be swept away,

The lady at the milkshake store,
blended her heart into zilch,
her new recipe, oh the blender,
without mercy, like zilch
she had no heart to hold,
like planet Pluto out of existence,
without a foundation,

The lady at the milkshake store
could have added a taste of bandage,
some medicine, pills for sleep,
extra dozens of honey,
without feeling,
she took out from her, her best pain,

Oh blender, if you didn't work..



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