Paroxysms of a Heart

The motors of

these arms are cleaving

and tearing fibers apart

like red flowers blooming

all wet and swollen

on pink skin.

 

Have you seen the paroxysms

of a heart in the throes of pain?

 

Up close?

 

The Seizures:

weary patterns of

something breaking—

can be quite alluring.

 

I’m told, if seen up close,

it’s like witnessing a murder.

 

If you were to see the slow,

visceral breaking of my heart.

 

With others

or how the tangles

of your talons can rip

and shred my skin like paper.

 

We are a state of moist promises

made between sheets and teeth.

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