“I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
-Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
What does today mean? It means I work all day in retail later and I’m sure after today I’ll never want to see roses or boxes of chocolates again (*cue the last minute shoppers.* Oh, they will come, believe you me). And today means I have a writing deadline for grad school by midnight. That’s about it.
Valentine’s Day means zombie hearts, right?
Oh wait, it also means I can write you a love poem or two, *says the horror writer as she cackles and slips back into the shadows.*
I love love. Especially dark, twisted love. So much in fact that I wrote…
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