I Have a Funnel Where My Heart Should Be

Slim sunsets sink slowly.

I am a lemon. I am a thorn.

I hurl.

Water finds me grotesque.

Sometimes I sit under hospital beds

and eat away at lives

like bitter battery acid.

Was it because I loved you that I siphoned your contentment

or because I have a funnel where my heart should be?

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