Here comes the fury

love dies a painful death

my bright red and juicy bursting
heart
flip flopping. A dying fish
writhing
on a clean, white, formica table
in a sterile room

thick, fat, moist, red muscle
shiny as an apple
supple as a fishspine
kicking, flexing, whipping
whup whup
back and forth
in joy
in defiance
in voluntarily

which you,
in a mask and a labcoat
pin down
with the sharp tip of a long
cold knife.

Here comes the fury
wild as the wind.

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