In Error
The History of a Fire Escapemy heart fuse with yours
like twins
and all i could think about
was how i accidentally
grabbed the wrong pair of lungs
this morning
how my ribcage was found tangled
with the wrong violets
the wrong lilacs
the wrong peonies
how all i could do was choke
how i slipped on spilt ink
and nearly dropped my heart downstairs
how you grabbed my wrist
and saved me from the explosion
of stars
(s.h)
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