Cor(e)

No air to lift me, no oxygen to breathe.
You punch me in the chest and feel my heartbeat.
Cool hands on this fiery organ.
The skin peels away.
The bones crumble like dust.
Your fist removes the pulsing prize.
Dripping blood and love like a stuck beast.
Squeeze me into submission.
Wrench me further from myself.
Steal my heart and put in under the bell jar.
For all the world to watch.
Yet never to touch.

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4 thoughts on “Cor(e)

    • Thank you. I bow to kiss your feet also. Glad you enjoy my work. Hope it inspires also. (will check yours out also when I’m back from travelling…forgot about these scheduled posts)

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