Soul Collector


She slipped another heart into her pocket
where it fell against the others that she kept...
beating quiet rhythms of nostalgia
and melancholy hints of deep regret.

She placed another soul upon the mantel
of the desolate recesses of her mind.
She mused upon the light that spilled around it...
how it cauterized her eyes and left her blind.

She spoke another name, but as a secret...
so quietly; it had little effect.
A cloud of agitation poised above her.
She was running out of things she could collect.

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