Connect the wires

 

My heart is

black and blue,

battered and bruised,

torn and abused,

whipped and misused

like a time bomb

ticking down

with no way to defuse.

It's going to explode.

There is no use.

 

This bomb within ticking.

alone and underused,

Afraid of being removed.

So, it sits unused, confused,

waiting as the saw-toothed fire

reaches the fuse

 

I hear it beating

like a clock striking down,

soon the hands

will reach around.

Connect the wires

and boom!

 

Arterial matter

will fill the room.

I'm doomed

it seems,

to cling on to these

fleeting seconds,

these rose-coloured dreams,

with hope

holding my hand.

Trying to be comforting.

Preparing me for this explosion

that will soon burst out of me.

 

 

 

 

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