Listen for constriction
the ventricle walls closing at each rhythmic moment
clasping glass
grinding nails
sliding razor blades
creating mincemeat from a most essential organ.
Maybe things are as they should be
born to bleed
planned obsolescence, human edition.
These parts fulfill a purpose
designed to die
made to break.
One could always regurgitate those words
sharpness
metal
dysfunction
deny something that is both, or neither, mask and face
then make it so.
The minced meetings of flesh united again.
A collection of rivets in a bottle on a table far from me
a table in a non-coronary chamber.
It doesn’t matter
the appearance
whether those pieces are components of a self-destructive whole
the remainder can endure much more.
About the Creator
Noah Rodriguez
A multiracial gay med student/writer and NYC native. I believe identity is something that is creatively built, discovered, shared, and transformed, and healing can come from that.
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