Rip

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I feel my chest ripping into halves
What or why or how
My trembling fingers pull apart
The tendons of my heart.
Glowing- the sun drips into me
Sunlight and light with all its might
An empty glass sitting yellow
I gulp the last mouthful
Before sleeping on my soft pillow.
A wound, some hurt, a lot of anxiety
All join me in my sleep
As I dream of butter and jelly.
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