| faux_pas_of_the_heart | ||
| julien |
I was nonchalantly inspecting a dead monarch butterfly Who had blown like a mottled orange leaf into the gutter When my heart unexpectedly let out a feeble cry “I love you--” it gasped, and then choked and died. Inside me it writhed and curled into knots violently, Four red atriums drained neatly and recoiled. Rather childish of it, I felt, and quite uncalled for-- Although I admit I was apprehensive about it lying there. I reached down my throat to fish for the dead body, Which had gotten tangled in the folds of my intestines. I coughed it up, tucked it in a crumpled restaurant napkin, And dropped it as casually as I could onto the asphalt. There was a vein stuck uncomfortably between my teeth. How embarrassing, I thought, And hoped no one noticed. |
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| oldephebe |
visceral savage, beautiful pain it escapes the ironic carraige you placed it in or perhaps that's just my perception still though, beautiful writing ... |
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