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Poison
I rip the label off and tilt it back.
When the poison takes effect,
I want to look homeless
Because home walked out on me when she left.
So I take a knife to my jeans and rip them,
And I struggle it through my shirt,
And it drags against my chest
But where is the hurt?
Why would it hurt?
My chest was torn open when she ripped out my heart.
Why would it hurt?
My chest went numb when she tore it apart.
Regardless, my heart began to throb
As the poison reached my blood;
I hear, "pump-pump, pump-pump, pump-pump,"
And I barely hear a thud.
When the poison takes effect,
I want to look homeless
Because home walked out on me when she left.
So I take a knife to my jeans and rip them,
And I struggle it through my shirt,
And it drags against my chest
But where is the hurt?
Why would it hurt?
My chest was torn open when she ripped out my heart.
Why would it hurt?
My chest went numb when she tore it apart.
Regardless, my heart began to throb
As the poison reached my blood;
I hear, "pump-pump, pump-pump, pump-pump,"
And I barely hear a thud.
Published 25th Jul 2014
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25th Jul 2014 6:40pm
I'm considering giving it an alternate ending, any thoughts on that? For instance, if I do give it an alternate ending, should I put it in the same poem and label it, or publish it as a separate poem?
26th Jul 2014 8:01am
add the alternate ending to this one if you do write one. I would like to see where else you would take it. It has plenty of room for more details
26th Jul 2014 3:41am
So intrigued by that question---if the heart is gone, why is feeling still possible?
I would put the alternative ending in the same poem.
I would put the alternative ending in the same poem.
