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vena cava

hands-in the instrument
keeping it sterile
to sink deep
a larger opening;
a slope further
will toss muscles
in soft meat
oozing tender,
its juices
enough to regurgitate
a bulimic gut;
ischemic time limits
before it pumps faint
on that side, a little left;
before it's cold
on the chambers

26 Dec 13

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urghy - yech!


thx for the read,
 — PollyReg

thank you, Pollyreg.
 — Amaranta

this poem has been left in the fridge too long.
 — DeformedLion

Some delish for the thought are to be left frozen. Thanks!
 — Amaranta