there is a face

behind my face--

there is a frown 

behind my smile--


there is a life

beyond this hell--

there is a place

that does not wait--


the ribs that stick

beneath my shirt--

piano ribs,

play music with his



like the chaos of

breaking minds and

losing heart and


losing him and 

breaking apart and

breaking apart 



there is a tomb

inside these words--

there is a face 

behind my face--


there is a life 

beyond this hell--

so do not fret for me,

my love

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