Diseased Heart

February 13, 2012

I cut the disease away,
to save the limb.
I took the scalpel and
carved myself a new heart.
It nearly killed me,
but my heart limped on.
At first, it would bleed
and bleed, until it bled dry.
Then it would shudder,
at the memory of the pain.
Now it beats relentlessly,
heart of a survivor.
The jagged scar left,
now as much a part of the organ
as the heart itself.

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