deep rumbles through
the soft tissues
absolute skinquake
folded in the flesh
the sentiment
nested like an origami
waiting to unfold into
another shape with the
pulse of a wild horse
lain slain in pain
gushing blood all over
severed arteries
on the brink of breath
eyes wide as quasars
the heart extracted
in our own capable hands
impossible anomaly yet
alive alive alive
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