Nothing Smells Like Heart
overprotective
like ink in a scar tissue
you said I'm stuck in a bad version of a life
and gave me your life mask as a present
now I have an owl in my iris
you've cloak me in aluminum foil
so I can be preserved for later
and settled in the last drawer
to watch patiently how you consume
some other, tender pieces
as my vascular system hinders your digestion
waiting hidden under this metal sheet
through cheap fragrances I'm covering the indications of putrefaction
just in case you decide
to place
one more plate
mine
but you've settled me in the last drawer
where surfaces freeze the most
of our muscles
to the bones
bones become unsteady
a fire whirl has thrown us out of balance
now we're seeking
desperately for solid ground
to lean back
as the option of leaning on one another
is off the table
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