Rising up from my casket looking for my mental state but I can't grasp it. I seem to have forgotten that my brain is rotten. It sits upon your shelf within a jar. I lost my mind overtime due to a life so tragically filled with pain at least this far.
My heart is still intact.
But it doesn't know how to act without my brain attached.
Its not at the bottom.
It's at the top and a little to the left.
Deep inside my ribcage sits a heart inside my chest.
And it goes thump thump thump up against my breasts.
Is this ressurection at its best?

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