The heart beats
its hiding place away.
Soften with a fracture.
Ready your cutting tools
and bone crackers.
Smile while you bathe inside
the mess you made.
There were many breaks
upon removal
of my whole anatomy...
And now my skull is filled with insects.
Now my lungs are filled with profanity.
That same heart misused
now scar tissue
and the rest of me is numb...
Because what's left of me is
gone. | 
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