Vestigial

The heart doesn't feel,
the skin does;
the head spins
till it gets heavier
than the tear;
the stomach churns
and throws up all it doesn't want,
all it doesn't have;
the legs get weak,
weaker than the shoulders;
the eyes get drowsy
to sleep forever;
the arms could fall off
but the fingers hold them together
irresponsibly.

The heart doesn't feel
but wants all credit,
all freedom
to break, to lament.

The heart doesn't break
but lies
to hide its impotence.

Overrated piece of shit!

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Nothing hearty, bright or beautiful