My own heart,
Rattles in its rib caged suite.
Beating out of me,
Tears of dry air,
Falling nowhere.
That’s because there’s no moister left to cry.
No emotion left unearthed,
And unscathed.
Two now… two people thrash at it…
Only useless pleas over take the sound of the beating.
From the thrashing…
Shards find their way back onto the,
The arteries
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