the aches

most nights

I can’t even shiver

out the aches

because they snap

like ice

in veins

and muddling cortex

and soaking brains

and feverish thoughts breeding

phantom starts

and a chest full of horses stampeding

like I have twelve bursting hearts

spilling and spurting

and spilling the aches

the aches!

these Aches!!

don’t go away

each grow atop

and remind me that all twelve pumping hearts

will suddenly pop

and like a machine, someday

I’ll simply

stop.

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