- Four cups of bitter almonds
- A sliver of moonlight, held as lightly as a life in your hand
- A pestle and mortar
- Blood drawn from your own palm
- A single bloom of nightshade, right down to the root
- Some semblance of fire.
Start by crushing the almonds to the beat of how he said "It's nothing personal, I just don't think we work."
Next grind the plant down the way he made a home for himself inside you. Save the petals to be confetti at a funeral.
Slice directly across the heart line and bleed out enough to make a paste.
Finally, shed one final tear for him before setting it alight.
Say his name the same way you did when he hold your face and said "I love you".
The best results require patience.
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