I think you broke my ribs this time
when my heart broke,
it exploded.
It was the red glass room
I was living in.
Was it really necessary to make a pickax
from the handle of my love?
I thought that you wanted it
to build a house around my heart,
but you stood outside my glass heart screaming,
"You are not naked enough!"
While you swung the ax and called it truth.
Well, here I am
naked and stunned
lying inside the cage of my body.
You stand over me
Holding my love against me.
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