Rejection
A heavy heart is filled with
grape juice
in which torn skins float
after feet
popped the centers
and ripped vines
leaving gaps between the toes
to suck at flesh
and spit out seeds
to be sowed in beds
and the blood of sores
trickles down pipes
to the stomach
which fills
like clouds in
overcast
the color of
Coelacanth
The Workers
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