Polyethylene Beat Poem by Francie Lynch
Polyethylene Beat
I had a glass onion in my chest,
You don't need to peel apart;
Look and you could see my fear,
Each tier a by-gone lover,
Through transparent scars.
Today I've a transplanted heart,
One fashioned from polyethylene;
Kick it, slap it til it drips red,
Bruised and bullied, wrinkled and bled.
It won't crack,
It can't break,
I've got it framed
To keep it safe
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