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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