the monster at the heart of the world

And the monster at the heart of the world
stretches out a claw
slices your heart clean open
and the blood spatters down
like tear drops
and where it falls
new flowers grow

Are they poison?
It's a risk
(isn't life
isn't any of this?)

They smell lovely
and I'm hungry
(where did you go?
why did you go?)

It's your own future, it's your own life
wield your machete
hack with your knife
snip away all you won't miss
carve a path
Do not apologize
Do not look back

Is it crazy?
It's a risk
(isn't life?
isn't any of this?)
I'm just tired.
I don't know.
(where did you go, friend?
why did you go?)


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For Megan Burnett
May 2, 1989 - August 18, 2019