Busted | Poems that Suck

I weave these ribbons
between the hollows 
of my bones,

sewing together the
frayed flesh that
you stripped bare
in my pursuit of you.

If I replace my heart
with a Cuckoo clock,
and my mind with a 
mocking bird,

then maybe I'll 
sleep during these
fitful nights 
of uncertainty. 

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