On the Inside

He had a nomad heart wrapped in stone
a porous mold only she could
leach through
and it burned him up, holding her inside
having someone so close to something
so soft
and she could shred him to pieces
he thought
if she really wanted to
sometimes she held her pointed nails
to the fragile, beating mass
just to feel him tremble
just to know she could

if she wanted to

and he kept her there
gambling on sharp edges
to remind himself
he was human

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