here is my heart
pinned down
ready to be dissected
being vulnerable is a weakness
never let them see what
goes on underneath
ribs cracked
muscles torn
veins run dry
I don't know if
I've ever been whole
or if my whole life has been fractured
even the ventricles are hollow
aorta barely pulsing
everything blacked with decay
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Waves of Words
PoetryI want to spill all my thoughts, and share them with anyone who will listen. It's crowded in here. A collection of my poetry.
