Freewrite 01.18.12

Have you ever tried to dig a lover out of your spine?
I can assure you the process is arduous
Every vertebrae is a birthday
For stillborn memories in ivory frames
Soft tissue, protecting valuables
It requires a steady hand

Go in through the ribcage
Push past the inside jokes etched into marrow
Although they will tempt you into relapse
They will soon be hieroglyphics in a lost language
That will feel like stones in your mouth
Like your lover’s last name

Locate the heart          
Claw your way through each ventricle
And strike a match in the middle
Make note of what shape the flames take
And let the light dance out of your throat
Make a mess of the place
It was never their home anyways

Push until you hit bone
Use all five fingers to dig them out
Cup them in your palm
And press them firmly into the museum of your life line
Even though it will feel like a dagger
Even though you will want to hide them gently
In the right hand corner of your frontal lobe
Even though
You will be scarred
You will lose blood
You will doubt your ability to even remain conscious
Or whole
Or human
There will be someone there when you wake up
They will be able to identify you
By the stories in your palms
They will take you home
And you will stand tall again

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    beautiful beautiful beautiful.
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