by Saerelune   Feb 15, 2013

There's something stuck in my chest without a name,
light dips lightly on its frame, licks lower
until the aftertaste translates into something
without a number, yet I am, but a number,
on the 14th of February, the thousandth heart
that's barcoded, sealed, off for shipping
like an exotic flower in an exotic country, 66.6%
discount when it's travelled around the world.

Written for Colm's 7-day challenge, day 5. Didn't submit this one to the contest.

Re-used the line "there's something stuck in my chest without a name" from the poem "Winter at 5.28 PM".


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  • 5 years ago

    by xXx Eternal PainxXx

    Lol it's very nice poem and i really LOVE how you made Valentine's Day like a thing you can buy at the store (techincally you can since it's all lies but the Saint did live but oh well) 5/5

    Queen Ashlin

  • 5 years ago

    by Colm

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