A diamond ring three days old carves a star-shaped piece from my lungs. I don't feel anything other than a little weight, and a little smile. Sadness doesn't drain into the cavity, this time.
I watch a little rainbow bird fly into a sky so blue that I wonder when it has ever been any other color. I don't wait for it to come back to me, this time.
I file the callouses from my hands with silkworm introspection. I clean my fingers with peroxide and lye. I won't handle a new heart so roughly, this time.
8:24 p.m. - 2015-08-04
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