Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,poisoning every atom of my soul."Bite your tongue," they say.How I'd love to chew the damn thing offand suck down every filthy syllablejust like the rotten bone marrow it is.They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combustsand becomes nothing but convoluted karma.And so I wrote,"Dear poetry,Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;steal their conformed scalpel and mak
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