The Wounded

The heart bleeds
and throbs,
it pounds in agony.
It cracks in the chest
of the wounded.

The broken one breaks
with body-wrenching sobs,
the slowing heart beats on.

The wounded will be relieved
of all the pain endured.
The heart is to be carved
out of its home by the
jagged knife of grief.

The relieved one smiles.
A new flame burns the edges
of the laceration roughly,
sealing away the evidence
of the broken heart
in which once had resided
in the chest of the wounded.

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