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Inside smoulder singes sleek black shirt
with pencil tip,
I open ruined garment;
graphite slices into surface of my skin.
Peel back, peel back, exposing pack of ribs
tucking up to second knuckle
yank and crack
til ribcage stands ajar:
squeeze heart inside to
burst upon the page
splatter blood and love and words
in equal parts.
Throat choked with emotion
spit self onto paper;
wait for drainage through the pencil.
Love and light leak out
blood drips as slow molasses
seal my soul with signing of my name;
shirtless, empty, turn away
knowing I will soon be full again.