The Immortal Chasm

July 18, 2011
She carved her heart out of her chest
With a putrid blade painted from surgery –
An amputation of gang green
Then she sewed the gaping hole with rusting needles
Her life separated
The goat’s head from canary flesh
“I’m no longer responsible,
Nor do I care.”
The sanguine silver slipped from her sheepish grasp
Melodic harmonious chime
As it falls
“I was terrified it would still beat.”
And in the aftermath
Converse afterbirth
It would

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