I can see my heart
Hidden under the skin
The flesh, the ribs
I see it anatomically
With its connecting tubes
Veiny red muscle
Beating
Squelching the blood
In
blue
out
red
Squelching
Slowly it changes colour
Turning black -
Not straight away:
Slowly
Dying
It beats harder trying
It tries
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