Delicate
seams swollen
and bulging,
the sturdy stuff
inside soaked with some
flammable chemical,
awaiting ignition that will blow
all logic to ash.
Pulled
the thread
from under my breast,
unraveling too quickly,
my little, heart-shaped
pillow loosening from its nest,
holding
it in his teeth,
like a smiling dog,
my thread of a smile begging
him to just tear it to pieces.
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