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NB May 2017
O’ Heart
how you weigh so
cumbersome
in my chest

Fleshy and  bulging

Pulling down
rib cage.
Contusing
stomach.

Pulling  

  pulling

thoughts from my head.
Drawing tears from my eyes,
cries from my
throat.

You pull me

down
  
    down

Beneath myself.

~N.B.

— The End —