Some days, I am scared that you might jump out.
That all of a sudden, the cavity of my chest
Might not be suitable for you to live in anymore.
One day, while I am walking down the street,
I will burst open spontaneously,
Scattering drops of blood across the sidewalk
Like red paint on canvas, like art.
Tiny pieces speaking volumes.
You will run down the street, arms flailing
Wailing that you are now free,
Free to be who you want,
Free to love?
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