So sweetly, your gentle
love wound its way
around my heart
like delicate passionflower tendrils.
O, but soon it transformed
into a strangling kudzu vine:
clinging, binding, suffocating,
and finally withering
my almost-beating heart —
leaving a silent screaming wound.
You and your
vicious love.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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