My Heart

August 1, 2009
Rip out my heart,
Suck the poison out.
Twist it back into place,
And pull the dagger out.
Pin it together,
Tape it if you must,
Pick up the pieces out of the dirt.
Put them back where it hurts.
In the empty chamber,
In my Chest.
Try to start me breathing,
Try to give me breath.
For, without love,
I face my death…

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