break-up: phase 1

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barbed-wire hands

with corroded fingertips

incise my chest,

rupturing flesh and scraping bone

intruding my rib-cage;

wrapping lurid palms

around my flaccid heart

and tugging at the strings,

disconnecting the wires,

until all

i

feel

is

apa

thy


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