Poetry

Fugitive Heart

Woke to sheets stained red
Ribs cracked open
My heart had punched its way out
Said, “I ain’t doin’ this no more.”
Flipped me the bird as I slept
She didn’t make it far without me
I’m looking at her half-dead form
Silently thanking her
For freeing me of feeling

Now I can glide through life
With a smile and stoic stare
No one will be the wiser

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