After a night and morning of slipping into peaceful thoughts,
sudden as a ricocheting bullet,
your silence shaves cold slices of doubt through my mending heart.
I am left gasping for air,
as my heart and breath lose synchrony,
as my hands and my lips are shaken by
jolts of electrical energy which traverse me
like shivers in a dark, cold, and misty night.
I realize I have lost control of my heart,
which pumps on its own rhythm
a blood which I thought lost,
sprayed as it is on countless stones.
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