autopsy in the form of an elegy

pathofthesun:

in the chest
in the heart
was a vessel

was the pulse
was the art
was the love

was the clot
small and slow
and the scar
that could not know

the rest of you
was very nearly perfect.

(Source: homoscedasticity)

john stone, poetry, /// 52 notes
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