red pacemaker transplant//
Where is it?
My butterfly maker,
Comfort ripper
Flimsy like paper
Forging a smile, a laugh, so chipper.
Where is it?
Beating like iambic pentameter
Enough syllables
To trigger the adrenaline
I need to find it
Stop this cardiac arrest
My hand meets a thick red
There is her heart
I place it in the hollow cavity in my chest
As I hear her skeleton scream
From my closet.
-S/A
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escapril 2021
Poetryjust a collection of escapril prompts i thought you guys would like!\
