shattering from the
crescendo heartbeats,
my ribs splinters
at an adagio pace,
each tap on
is a forte
thump
into my
fractured soul,
the dynamics
of my
laceraterations
shepherds my
soul to
a state of
perdendosi
- cade
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Ribcage
Poetry❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014