Rupture

Hurt
you begged for numbness–
anticipating the thick tingle
of dying nerves.

But this wasn’t how Hurt left you.

Instead, it burst inside
like so much swollen fruit;

Puddled and
congealing

Until the seed and skin
dried thin and
skittered
through the bars of your ribs.

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