You shattered my heart
into a million staccato beats
that trip-trapped
in my sunken chest.
And all I wanted to do
was sleep a hundred years,
but sleep
never comes to the weary.
Such an unfortunate fact.
And the earth clings
to the chipped tips
of my bitten nails
as I dig myself a shallow grave
in a churchyard's dirt.
Cemetery soil, soft on my tongue.


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