Diagnose me

Diagnose me. Slip your fingers into my skeleton heart, feel it beat. Feel it panic and scurry into overdrive, feel it wither, feel it weep. Run your fingers over the patterns and shapes carved into the bone, recognise the artistry. Your fingers are cold. My bleached heart is colder. Diagnose me. Set me down in your... Continue Reading →

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