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I don’t want to

I don’t want to

A Poem by Riley

As if a scalpel has gotten under my skin
Pry me open for your entertainment,
A crack into reality and down to ribs
Ligaments and tendons holding me together.
Thinly connected
Barely breathing
Any one beating.

I try.
You pry.

You can’t just take any heart


But I can.

© 2018 Riley


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Added on December 20, 2018
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Riley
Riley

Watertown, NY



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