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I think you left a piece of you in me.
This tangled mess you call a heart,
daisy veins & sin;
She's bringing me down.
& you were merely shivering
kite-string clavicles.
Nothing,
pressing winter bones
against my sun-stricken mouth,
darkness searching for a home
buried in my lungs.
You whispered breathe me
lovely in the inhale/exhale
of carbon dioxide suicide.
She speaks only of you now,
lonely & mourning beats-
Crack open this damn ribcage;
set me
free.
Published 17th Jan 2013
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21st Jan 2013 6:25pm
Brilliant piece. This poem is genius. The title is nice and I love the ending to this poem. "Crack open this damn ribcage;
set me
free." Its a powerful ending. Well done.
Chaos_Collector
set me
free." Its a powerful ending. Well done.
Chaos_Collector
