Punched

A hand

A hand

Punched

Into my chest

And

Ripped out

My heart.

I

Watched

The whole thing

Happen.

And

I said,

“That’s okay.

It wasn’t beating,

Anyway.”

The image that comes to mind the most is what is not mentioned. Blood. The fuel. 

IMAGE:  Derek Hess – Forced Perspective

Author: valeriemarieleslie

Poet. Thoughts. Musician.

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