Tagged: atrium
the heart, troubled, can
in the morning, i wake to
in the morning, i wake to
find the window to my
heart
opened, crisp air
dancing
from atrium
to ventricle
like the very
best
mouthwash.
in return,
the current lifts
and pulls
out
a canopied
tongue, mourning
curtains, still
white
with surrender
.
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