Oh my god,
(my lover?)
You swaddle me
in bounty.
Why do I rebel?
My heart —
which you fashioned —
burns.
Month: August 2022
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Confession
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A lacerated heart, scar-encrusted, still bleeding, (oh, where does the blood go?) is still a heart, still a heart, still a heart,
Patient
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