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My heart speaks to me. It hisses, serpentine sounds that make me shiver It teases me in whispers Nobody else can hear. Nobody else would listen. My angel breaths of sodden air Escape though barnyard lips and into the Real world, cold and calm and ordinary. Meanwhile, a blizzard begins inside. My heart controls the weather As it pleases. Bones, buried under snow, pupils Hiding Beneath limping eyelids And my nails, Polished black and decaying Cannot scrape the ice off my consciousness. My heart speaks to me. I just pretend not to hear it.
