stones for organs

I tore a hole in my skin, pulled out my heart, and put an old rock in. It worked better at first at least I thought, until I couldn't quench my thirst. and when I tried to pull it out it left a hole I couldn't bear to feel. and so I left it there. until I thought this lack of feeling was real.
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i quite like this poem. it's poignant.