It is his heart that is oxidizing
Rusted flakes scattering in the gale
Chipped paint glows gold in the sun
Even if it lies dun when dusk settles
Weathering and erosion
There goes the aorta, now the ventricle
Boulders over a cliff
The sea tries to cradle the pieces
As they are bashed against the shore
Grating slowly, methodically past
It is her mind that has broken
She’s lost control again
An endless cycle, rising and falling
Grasping at organs
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