I want to rip apart the piece of me that loved you so much & bury it in the Dark Woods. Let the magic there feed it so it grows until it's limbs are heavy with a bitter fruit.
That's what I'll turn into wine. Sweetened with my tears from losing you. Aged with the memories of the touch of your lips & smell of your hair.
I'll drink it on nights the emptiness overwhelms me, on the nights loss consumes me, & on the nights the tears won't stop.
Every night.
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