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Sainted Heart

It started as an earache
which led to sharp pain
felt in the middle of her body.

The drip, drip, drip
water is never cheap
a clearer liquid useless
so she drank from the rusted cup
holding herself together
not touching the wall
but surrendering
an interior
ready to crumble.

Keeled over the kitchen sink
she caught a glimpse
of what the end of life was like.

An endless jungle-rhythm beat heard
watching waves
her days on end
legs see-saw back-and-forth
with the kelp forest sways
leaving her

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