by Iolana Paedelt
Hideous hearts,
broken parts of torn apart pieces
forged from
dying hopes and fleeing loves,
cutting and hurting and burning her skin,
drops of red on white.
why did you pluck the rose?
why did you tear its petals off?
it never had a chance to blossom.
it never got a chance to kiss winter’s stone cold heart.
as the mother of monsters walks through fallen snow
the king of the castle peacefully sleeps in her arms.
she tries so hard to keep him safe from harm,
but his draining thirst
is the only thing that keeps his soul alive,
so mother feeds him blood straight from her heart-
loving him is violence.
Iolana Paedelt is a German writer and poet. Their short stories and poems have been published in anthologies and magazines, both online and in print. On Twitter @therealpaedelt. On Instagram @therealpaedelt. Their website is iolanapaedelt.wixsite.com/iolana-paedelt.
