My heart is torn a sunder.
The pieces go
sprinting after their homes.

In an attempt to…
“keep it together.”
my eyes
go bouncing after
freed halves.

My arms… fearful of
“Going blind.”
Tug and pull themselves free.
On dancing fingers
they prance in bounds
after the Exodus.

Leander tries to
socket fuck
my skull.

Offering me diamonds
for my sightless holes.

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