There is a hollow in my chest,
I can feel my breath echo against my ribs,
stinging on impact.

My humanity is being pulled as if by magnet,
north toward the graveyard,
aching from a long cumbersome journey,
to mourn.

My heart, and soul are heavy,
like two limbs that have fallen asleep,
not wanting to budge.

If I follow my humanity,
I fear I’ll wither and die,
a flower plucked.

If I follow my heart and soul,
will I feel absence?
Will I flourish by choking out the other plants?

I crave the two factions to meld,
I need an emulsifier,
because they are repellent forces,

…tearing me apart.

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