The hands dove into my chest
and took hold
of my heart.
Gently cradling
the mutilation
letting the red
ooze and drip.
The frantic fingers
massaged with a
rhythym
that came naturally
from
years of practice.
Now is the time
to replace
to refill.
To make my
rejuvenated root
beat
to its own
drum.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
The hands dove into my chest
and took hold
of my heart.
Gently cradling
the mutilation
letting the red
ooze and drip.
The frantic fingers
massaged with a
rhythym
that came naturally
from
years of practice.
Now is the time
to replace
to refill.
To make my
rejuvenated root
beat
to its own
drum.
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