stakes through hearts:

I feel like a vampire whose heart has been

impaled with a priest's wooden stake dipped

in pure holy water, where it burned through

the tendons of my heart, melting down the

muscle and the blood vessels of my once

beating organ. He then pulled out the now

bloody stake and left in me a crater

void of even emptiness, my heart has

become forever unfillable, a

slowly but steadily growing pocket

-sized black hole. Waiting to desperately

grasp onto any asteroid that comes

its way, trying to feel something other

than the darkness that my heart now emits.