Heartless Heathens

by Santana Knox

She didn’t answer, but the pain was ripping her apart so visibly, anyone could see it for what it was. She was broken, and her shattered pieces called out to me, as if they knew we fit together perfectly.

Romina was the saddest song I’d ever heard, and her melody called out to the most twisted parts of my soul.

It was a privilege to wear her blood, like a badge of honor.

and a soft smile barely pushed its way out. His lips locked over mine, as if he didn’t care that the taste of his cum still stained my tongue.

Because they were the weapon, and I was built to pardon their pain.

“That’s how you know it’s love: when it’s painful to exist outside of that person. When breathing becomes a chore when they aren’t around,”