Monday, January 9, 2012

What is this thing? This heart. This ugly, pulsing mass of muscle, all muddy pink and flowing blue with blood. Twitching beneath the skin in cacophonous rhythms to say: breathe, think, fear, love, die.
It aches, this heart- at once hollow and full to drowning, a single shard of hope or loss enough to bring down the machinery.

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