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Aug 2015
I let him hold my heart in his hands
Hoping he would be gentle

I prayed he wouldn't leave me
Like the others before him

He was promising
His hands sheltered my beating muscle

His fingers were a ribcage
Palms - a protective skin

But the commitment wasn't enough
And he dropped my ****** vessels

He stole the pericardium away
And left me with an infection

He dangled his theft in front of me
He watched me try to mask the pain

Knowing he took the protective layer away
Adding more pain to my already battered heart.
I haven't felt this hopeless in years.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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