whispering heart you always
try and fool me like a colorblind pup who chases after the same parts of toys thrown in fields for him,
and can only bring back jagged broken bottles
oh why do you sear my gums with your green glass
why do you insist upon
cutting the flesh until I am only a ragged old thing
and I spin and turn upside down for you
exposing my underside and wanting only some affection somehow
maybe it’s time to stop staring and letting it go
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