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Cardiac Excavation.

… and it was
going so well anyway
when you showed
up to ruin
the fucking day,

claws stretched
and curled, held tight,
locked, trembling
with strength
gathered so as to puncture
a circle

around the heart
when you shove
it into the skin

hiding within the left
of your chest, clenched,
digging in to steal
it, rip

this rhythmic killer
out of me, leave
my hollow
body to bleed

from this cardiac
excavation.

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