would you bear the blood around my heart between your palms?
would you embrace that fragile flesh the once I called mine?
for i know that I’m giving it to you
every fraction and piece within me
and my whole
by the letters you spilled to me
and the way your fingertips seeded me
flowers are growing back
in the empty places i had
pages aren’t blank anymore
ink is splitting
am I waking from a coma?
or having one?
will you let it slips from your hands?