Heartstrings pull against Your old yellow raincoat Tattered against my chest Lungs blown up Hanging above the mantel Punctured and gently framed Two lips burning A sinner’s fire crackles Smiles and frowns broken Tendons stretched out Hanging down the wall Running towards nothing.
Heartstrings pull against
Your old yellow raincoat
Tattered against my chest
Lungs blown up
Hanging above the mantel
Punctured and gently framed
Two lips burning
A sinner’s fire crackles
Smiles and frowns broken
Tendons stretched out
Hanging down the wall
Running towards nothing.
The City High Review 
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