Wandering Heart

by ether   Mar 18, 2012


Now your wandering heart
is too large to escape.
There are splinters everywhere.
So beware.
A cut to your aorta
may be all that you need.
I will let you bleed
so that you may escape
from this bullshit oxygen.
I will watch as you float away.
And die. Without a flame.
Learn that nothing matters.

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