Literature
lies my mama told me
"the heart can't break more than once."
but it can, mama. sometimes
it feels like splinters poking
from between my ribs
wood chips digging into my stomach
over, and over, and over
just the other day i saw a man
who looked like daddy
spin his daughter around
and i felt it break in my throat
three weeks ago i watched my girl
kiss a boy's rough mouth
and i felt it break in my toes
the heart breaks more than once, mama
i feel it all the time, i feel it all the time.
sometimes i think it's always breaking, mama.
sometimes i think it's always breaking.
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"monsters aren't real."
i'm sorry, mama, i know
you didn't want them to be, for me,
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