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Where It Ripped

I trickle the tips  
of my pencil fingers  
in...  
 
In that bony bend  
beyond blood  
where the blade rent  
a rib away  
to depart  
it's kin in cage  
 
It was leverage  
it was not melees  
it was gas-lit chambers  
to suck my shrieking  
soul away  
 
But those crunchy  
tissues of scars  
folded into firmer fissures  
(you know that texture...standard issue)  
 
And now pure oxygen swoons  
this new moon face  
There's whole wheat  
wonderbreaths  
and meals of healing  
entrenching my chest
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