When I die
And the coroner cuts open my chest
There will be gravel embedded in my heart,
Tiny animal bones
Thorns and jagged bits of metal
All for you
Every scar for you.
When you die
Your heart will be opaque and reflective
Smooth and unruffled
Like polished stone
With no sign that I almost
Left a mark.
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