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There you were
crying and blaming.

And I just wanted
to reach in my chest
and rip it out -
my heart -
beating and gory.

Then I wouldn't feel.

But even more,
I hoped that you would take it
and it would choke you.
The blood would stain
your pristine blouse
and slowly poison you.

Then you said,
"I overreacted."

And I swallowed it -
my heart -
whole,
choking on it,
the blood staining my hands.

And I said,
"It's alright."