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Issue 5
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Don’t you know that you’ve transfixed my heart
onto a cold corkboard display, don’t you understand that from the start you’d pierced the places I could stray? I’m a specimen in your exhibit, labeled “H. fidelis,” for all to see, while you endeavor to inhibit my captive heart from breaking free. I’m choked in ether, paralyzed: obedient to your obsession. My dried-out dreams are sanitized, debrided now of skin on skin; the sterile weight of your possession punctures through me like a pin. So keep my faith and carbon-date it: my love’s preserved – and desiccated. |
SEAN PATRICK is a scientist and sonnet aficionado. Their work has appeared in Grand Little Things, Blue Unicorn, Lavender Lime Literary, Corporeal, Verum, and Boats Against the Current.
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