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When his heart broke, it ruptured,
fissured,
and burst:
ricocheting shrapnel
to carve out his chest
His shredded
lungs
hung
link scraps of
popped
balloons
His ribs
stayed,
claw-scratched,
scarred bars
of bone,
across a
gaping cavity.
A chunk of heart rose and lodged in
his throat.
He choked.
Dark fluid pooled in the cavern of his gut –
a crater
– overflowing
– spilling
– staining
him
He had always had a grenade
where a heart should be,
and when she kissed him goodbye,
it hurt like pulling
– the pin
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