A paper is cut

as the tear appears
the edges seem to reach out

no
please
keep us whole
a screech

as though
heart walls
were pulled
pealed off
and blood gushed
into the night

but you’re fine
so why are your entrails
melting holes inside your flesh
I can smell your hair
burning
sizzling

it seems that
there is something
inside
my head, playing
paint it red
and sleepy

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