Where are you?
Do you know my heart is bruised?
Mouth full but words unleaving,
I’m choking on the truth
Do you hear me heaving
while broken bits spill out?
Clinging for desperation
to the edge of the bowl
Finger tips turning white
Tingling in my empty arms
‘Are you okay in there?’
‘No. I’m love sick.’

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