Pace-maker

In  the rhythm of a heart's beat
A fear is holding belly together
In the green womb of an I.C.U. 
A rib cage is all we think about,
A pain licking ,a flesh in flowing
A jaded plastic , a gutter stuff
A mesh of words that turn ash
A smoke in eyes curling to sky.
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