A bundle of horse hooves
gallops recklessly
across a heart
once made of paper
and since turned
to twisted bits
of rusted wire.


Anxious strangles my throat,
constricting it
beyond air
or microparticles
of moments
where I saw your silhouette
refracted against a
thorn horizon.


This timbered landscape
does nothing to ease
this sea salt ache
crashing its waves
against my heart.


All that’s left
is your name lying flat
against the panic.


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