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i keep little
in my between
my caged ribs
so when i sit
just right
the memories
jaggedly pressed
into my lungs
coloring every
gasping breath
in pastel
fragments of
who i once was

my marrow
tinted in words
left unsaid
as i wheeze out
another line
about the ones
that carved
their initials
along each
sputtering beat
of an already
beaten heart

flaying open
every insecurity
until all
than can be seen
is the scars
marking a trail
to a barren plot
of abandoned hope
a road map
that looks more
like a cardiogram
leading ever
onwards to miseries
until all that remains
is a desolate
calling out
in painsicles
with every
agonized breath
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