I pluck the fishhooks from my cherry-red heart
High-tension wires held it in from the start
Some bloody surgery that just never took
It’s hard to feel love when your heart’s on a hook.
And so I keep my horrid heart in a jar
I’ve tried to leave it but I never get far
I just sit broken with that heart by my side
Slave to the thing that I cannot abide.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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A fave for two reasons. One the creative use of unusual imagery and Two the good meter and rhyme in this poem. Well done
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