“Post-Op”

There was a note. A legal pad.

It said Knife heart

or it could have said blood

Multiplication as a form of corruption.

I ask myself whose tongue it was

I was still standing

still standing on.

The grin opened up

watch the tongue and

the eyes also disappear

into tiny pinpricks of

lightning on the horizon.

I’d never hated a sunset before.

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