.my heart is used against me.
.it is loaded then.
.ripped out of my chest.
.pointed at me.
.heartstringtrigger pulled.
.declarations of love shot at me with.
.barrel as a conduit.
.hollow tipped insecurities.
.angrily aimed at me.
.each one.
.ripping through my flesh.
.round after round.
.emptied into my ribcage.
.my body riddled with.
.metallic reminders of my empathy.
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