My heart is a bird
Beating hard to
Get out of my chest.
Out of this room
Where I lay on a
Cot shivering in an
Embarrassingly thin
Gown I can see my
Nipples through, down
The hall, out the door-
The doctor tells me
Severely that my heart
Is in danger of giving up
On me.
I think he is trying to scare me
But I feel hollow and I think
Maybe
I would be glad to go.
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The Weightless One
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