Semiquaver’s tempo

Chest’s skin slit open, ribscage unbolted

The heart stopping its pumping at once

Violet pain altering your musicwaves

But you hold her still

In spite she is wrong

In spite she is not your mother anymore

Holding this fragile bird, the feeling

her muscle pumping on semiquaver’s tempo

Through your own skin you feel– you touch her stave

But you hold her still

In spite she might be wrong

In spite she is not your mother anymore

Chest’s skin ripped open

The heart stopping

Violet pain– musical pain

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