Saturday, July 29, 2017

Autopsy of Fear Valentine

Here we have the cadaver
Let’s begin with what
It didn’t have the stomach for
A slice down the throat
Reveals the Tuesday when it fled
Here I mean where the backbone
Crumbled into the cage of ribs
Where we find the worm of the lie
By which the heart unraveled
And the lungs collapsed
But maybe you can feel
Hovering above the flesh
The soul of fear
Amazed now and confused
There was anything to fear

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