Betrayal by Keana Labra

i. I once held my heart sky-
high with pride, elated
off the sense of purpose

ii. the heart falls, as along
with the greats (without the
momentous cry)
thud, as it hits the ground
staining the sidelines with
a what-could-have-been

iii. the heart, stabbed
betrayed as there
is no worse Judas
than I.

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