Regret’s lingering hand still clasped to the remnants of atrial cities,
Ruinous tombs suppressed beneath the corridors of vena cava catacombs,
Halls of hollowed entrails are a tangled labyrinth of intersecting lava tubes,
Where feeding worms devoured their own escape routes.

They eat the wilting decay at the edge of ventricle petals,
Leaving disfigured chambers to swell with vitiated blood
Pumping thinned oxygen to struggling organs with an unaccented cadence.

I have gained an emptiness that aerates the paralysis of grief.
I have gained a tolerance to pain I can no longer feel burying its wound inside me.
I have gained a new resistance to the misleading folly of intuition,
I have gained an immunity to love.