Internals

you let it get to you
dig under your skin
it is something o so Familiar
the stench and scrape of subtle sewer rats
remind you of the people in the streets
You beg to be unforgiving
the undertaker, executioner
Uncaring Empathetic
You hate this heart that has grown two sizes.
Of the knives jammed into it
that made it heat to start beating
Love and hate both power the heart

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