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...