Cardiac Catachresis

by Aegis   Jun 5, 2018


My cramped fingers cavort
in the crooked nooks
across your neck-

caritive.

What a conundrum it
must be,
to think that I think
you trust me;

as our capricious lungs
collapse and crash
into catacombs
beneath our
chests.

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