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Heart Tissue
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Tuuu……………………….
The long vulgar beep woke me up.
I was half a wolf, bark-howl, growl-bark: unfamiliar and aggressive despair bursting into a sterilized surgery room.
Who am I?
The nightmare was over, I was there.
Not a doubt in my heart, I was there, I am here.
attempting a bite in the air, buenos aires, sin vacaciones, conditioned to keep me alive another beat, another minute, another vacuum pipe: my left-over-self is being fed by synthetic nourishment of dependent-existence.
The tu tu tu….. pulse signal swallows my useless inner yell to communicate with the accidental reflection off the surgical mirror, damn I noticed it.
My inflamed heart overrode reasoning, reversal body-building: canibilizing my body tissue, there was no way out, there was only a way in, to contain, such thirst-free investments of neverminding lust to steal another chunk of life. Too much blood, too much oxygen, to request, to demand, to know no end. The cycle begins again. Inevitably free from concern, from yearn, from next year to repeat false patterns of flushing bio-chemistry that doesn’t withstand, doesn’t sustain a rusty greasy body refusing to be following the guidelines of nature, but no one remembers, sleeps the hunter-gatherer, counting black sheeps.
Draining souls through the tangled veins, nowhere.
Biology vs destiny.
A show, unseen.
A donation, forced.
Lost and found integrity.
Heart tissue for everybody…
