There I was breathing in and out,
Wondering what it even meant that I was alive.
I sat and I listened to the slow beating of my heart--
an echoing drum bouncing off of my ribs.
The rib that came from you,
where you are, I don't know.
I wish we fit like we used to,
before the puzzle got left out in the rain and all the pieces warped.
I wish this rib fit in your chest but its grown accustomed to my body.
This echoing heart weeps for peace.
My lungs get no rest.
I cry out for understanding, but have questions that will linger for eternity
The rib shattered,
my breathing slowed,
I'm gasping for air.
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