Dismembered

two butchered hearts
lay on the bed
where our bodies used
to rest
barely pumping life
back into our good nature

our brains lay beside them
swelled from confusion
leaking memories
of hand holding and laughter
its pus reeking from scorn

I’d imitate past dreams
if my arteries supplied hope
instead I’m bone dry

dangling from this noose
with eyes black as coal
muted voicebox calls out
to my soul
but how can it hear in the distance?

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