Lucid Heart
The crisp shatter of broken ribs.
A stolen kiss, still fresh on my lips.
The sharp anguish of a severed limb.
A dagger in my back, tearing my skin.
An eternal cascade, my blood will not clot.
My eyes and their tears, left here to rot.
Bloody pulp, ariled in shards
Defines the remains of my lucid heart.
A stolen kiss, still fresh on my lips.
The sharp anguish of a severed limb.
A dagger in my back, tearing my skin.
An eternal cascade, my blood will not clot.
My eyes and their tears, left here to rot.
Bloody pulp, ariled in shards
Defines the remains of my lucid heart.
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Unnecessarily gory poem written late on a midsummer night in 2007. I was being a thesaurus whore and using words I didn't understand.