Sometimes…(she whispers)
The heart doesn’t break.
It tears, Jagged, Bleeding!
(Fingers clutched the tissue.
Then began making small
tears around damp edges.
A quiet gulp... Gasp…for air.
Head thrown back)
And… and…
(exhale)…
You know it can heal
or get infected.
(Red-rimmed eyes
fixed on the nothing.)
Either way, there will
always be a scar.
(Silence whirred.
Resolve settled in.)
It’s time to stop being
stingy with my love.
(My Celeste)
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