Heart Bag

Her heart lives in a bag
outside, blowing with the wind
rolling in the dirt and rocks
and
sometimes floating, just barely
but always
in swamps.
She tied it to a stick once
with ligaments of swamp creatures
stringy and fierce, and full of teeth.
But the bag ripped,
heart out, and bleeding
everywhere.
Never tied to a stick
person
again.

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