Lung Thieves

Lung Thieves
by Mylo Reyes
Our gaze could drill holes in the side of our heads.
Skipping beats, snuck between blanket and bed.
Hearts stir the stars.
You and I could sit together,
in the grandstands,
and commit theft.
Trading Monarchs for breath.
And we’d laugh.
And our hearts would fuck.
And we’d cross our fingers,
that they wouldn’t end up fucking us.

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  1. It’s tough to put new spin and avoid cliche when dealing with ‘heart’ but I don’t think i’ve ever seen nor heard of “…our hearts would fuck.” Well done! (I just can’t get that image out of my head!)–lol.

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