Natalie E. Illum
I've worked so hard to undothe muscle memory of your skinover my sternum that I've torna silo from my chest. Now I'm leftwith your phantom handscovering the naked rust of my abdomen.But the biggest scar isin the shape of a butterfly kiss you placed undermy forgotten collarbone. It flutters in your absence;beats so hard it worries my windpipe. The last time you stitched my lungs closedyou left a thread; attached itto your pocket square.Now every time you pull it feels like I’m still breathing. When you unstaplemy hands, they will not remember how to hold anything. Marionette lover, is thiswhat you wanted? A girl with a wooden heart.My holes perfectly shaped to your fingertips.