my chest is big, sure, big and cavernous, you run your dirty fingers down the cleavage but my ribcage simply unzips instead and my ribs splay open one by one like a flowering spider / my big juicy fatty fleshy heart a purple grapefruit globe punching pulsing death throes into the now-open-acoustics concert hall, the ivory marble skeleton slicing through the walls / victorian puppet stage, here are the heartstrings you demanded
oh you didn't know that's what you were doing? you didn't know your dirty little claws scrabbling at my meat snagged onto the master ropes where they coiled around your knuckles and every tug flicked my whole steaming contraption towards an infinite future of love and war and hate and death...?
who am i even talking to but myself. of course you don't. you're not here anymore, and i don't think my heart is so wonderfully big either
and that's the curse of an INFP, isn't it: a swollen jupiter heart with a mustard seed brain / a faith that can move mountains and split seas but faith crumples in on itself and quakes your ribcage instead / i swallow the force and shake with palsy like a music box ballerina
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Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.
