bleeding out

Feel the pinprick in your heart,right in the left ventricle. The sweet spot.Right where he tattooed his fingerprints,unspooling those swirls and winding themdown your arteries and nerve endingsuntil they were clouded in cotton candyfilms of blood.Feel the hole in your heart,smaller than a needle tip begin to grow,widening very slowly with everyshared word and photo, every fantasyand dreamscape you share late at night,picturing him thinking of youwith just as much hunger.Feel the blood leave your heart,cascading and dripping over your bones,dyeing them like wine on carpet.Dark red like his lips and the tonguethat lives inside his mouth-aching for a vacation insideof your mouth.With no blood in your heart,all of it pooling in your stomach andthe quivering area right below yourabdomen, try to breathe normally.Wait for the blood to flow to yourextremities and to taste it in your mouthinstead of tasting him.

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