In Pitiful Shape

        
        my brain and all its thoughts and dreams explode,
        dry breaths stuck to my lungs and throat erode,
        chipped fragments of my fragile heart corrode –
        care to watch what’s left of me implode?
        
        
        


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One Response to In Pitiful Shape

  1. maggie says:

    if you pull the trigger, i’ll reload,
    & join you your next episode

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