There's a stage of heartbreak
When it feels physical
Like someone tore open your skin
And pulled out a still
- although barely -
Pulsating organ
You feel this so deep within you
That you must lie down
Focus on your breath
Press a fingernail
Into your wrist
Pull off clumps of hair
To remind yourself that
As the pain glows like embers
In the fresh cavity in your chest
You are still alive
You have not been spared
Shown any mercy
By this unkind universe
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