They say that in an accident
most of the damage is done
by the slamming of our organs
against the skeleton.
When the velocity inside of us
is too great.
When the very frame meant to hold us in
holds a little too tightly.
I guess thats how I feel now,
in a bus
rolling towards the pieces of me
that I left with people, in places.
In the moments that pulse as a memory.
I feel my skeleton pushing forward
until it catches up with my heart
beating as it pushes its way
back inside.
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