and slashed open her ribcage
passion waterfalling
arrhythmia growing
drinking the life elixir
until it is barren and hard as diamond
He is the surgeon
who stitched her back
each pinprick pierce perfectly positioned
yet uncomfortable, unnatural
closing a gorge that had grown for centuries
The rivers are refilling now
diamonds softening, drought ending
But when she bleeds
Is it from an old open wound
Or from the needle that digs into her skin?
1 comment:
Reading this, reminded me of "meet the medic." Hahahahahaha
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