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My Heart...

My heart frightens me... the way it wants... the way it craves; the way it encompasses all and how it slaves to be sated. Its perpetual voracity and endless capacity to beat in time and stop on a dime.

Its ceaseless yearning to consume is startling.  Its gluttonous appetite is always starving.  Pangs and aches carving through its chambers with surprising rapidity.

It harbors a sacred silence that only desire can know and abhors its deafening cries that denial provokes.

It’s a living breathing thing.  It takes up space in my bed.  It gets in the way of my every day. It breathes and sighs.  It swoons and cries.  It fucks with my head.

My heart frightens me... Fuck it, I should just stab it with a fork.

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