Let it happen.
Let her rip open
your ribs and sternum.
Pour the whiskey down
her throat.
She can take
the hits.
Withstand
the pummel.
This muscle
will not
fail you.
It will sober
and continue.
Beat and pump
blood through your veins.
You are purpose.
Purpose that
will break
and heal
and find
love again.
Your heart.
Your heart
will fight for you.
Author: Raquel Franco
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