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Jul 2021
she
wants me to tear
my heart out ******
for her to hold,
still-beating, sticky
fingers tasting rich
like butterfly feet;
but see
the scar-marked bark
has closed it in
pulse-roots solid strung to lungs
corded grip of kin
sordid so
she asks me smiling again
and hands me the silver platter
and her
shining dinner
knife.
Zoe Mei
Written by
Zoe Mei  19/F/over the rainbow
(19/F/over the rainbow)   
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