Come. Dare.
Kiss a scar.
Wear blood lipstick.
Smear a slide with words.
Watch
cells divide, rearrange…
an amoebic dance of metaphors.
The histopathology of a poem.
Waits
for the microscopic gaze
of your eyes.
Remove the tubes.
Wheel me into your heart.
Take me home.
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