the excavation crew in my body

it's like something is 

collapsing inside my chest

and you used to dig for it,

with this laughably small trowel 

and a fierce look of determination in your eye

and now, you've thrown it away,

snapped the handle 

and bent the metal.

i'm left with

ribs that curve in, 

organs gasping inside a torn and vulnerable

gaping hole in this chest

and so I try

to speak

but hey

I can only

break tips off of pencils

and try to revive my 

punctured love

The End

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