(This is a weird one. I’m not sure what it even is. Don’t read too much into it.)
My spine stays stiff, arms open wide
My shoulders are boulders, my brain mostly fried
I’m a locket in a pocket
Care to see it? What’s inside?
It’s a heart, and not a picture.
One bleeding as it pumps.
Stand back, watch it bump
disrupted feelings to the ceilings
Hear it tHuMp, ThUmP, ThuMp
Healing reality, the newest casualty
On this train ride in my mind, so unkind
Stay behind, or take this ride to the end
Round the bend, watch me rend
My eyeballs from their sockets.
Modesty Is For Suckers 
This reminds me of a line from Rilke, “A song only a god could bear to hear.” I hurt for you and with you.
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Thanks for sharing your heart. 🙂 Love you.
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Intense. I can feel the hurt..
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❤ Lise-Marie.
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