I can’t explain this hole in my chest
The gaping void
Helpless pain.
The urge to reach in
Rip my sternum in half
Tearing my ribs away
Perverse cruelty.
The urge to reach in
It oozes red, squishy in my grip
Every beat may be its last
Delicate fragility.
I could end this feeling now
But I feel, deep down, that it wouldn’t go through
Shameful rage.
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