she asks what happens to me
when everything is falling apart
i can feel my blood pulsing under her fingers
just a surface burn
on my skin
shaped like a cigarette
a sore muscle
in my shoulder
from heavy a weight
a headache
between my sutures
crushed by paperbacks
a heart attack
in gaping mouths
when i can't sleep
i answer her with tears
and then i say "tears"
because i know what it means to fall apart
and i wonder how deep my injuries go
she feels slippery spots and my pulse disappears
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