Soft-Boiled Heart

Weird Poetry

The wispy birch bark skin on my chest

Reveals layer upon layer of dripping crimson ache.

Pull away a strip,

Then another and another,

And you will find my soft-boiled heart,

With brittle white shell fragments littering the ground at my feet.

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❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

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