Autopsy.

Search beneath the bile .
Feel for seepage , a tear.
Probably a traumatic
injury. 
Truth ofen does that..

Now move the heart.
See. Dark matter.
A collection of bruises.
That’s emotional memory.
Move them . Feel them.
Hard and imovable.
No self induced amnesia
could have saved
it.

In this case there was no hope.
All it could do was stay in numbed
comfort. 
But here prior to the accumulation
and resentment ! A healthy liver.
Years of trust and freedom. but
move that to one side and search
behind.
Betrayal and lots of it..that’s innate
no one put that there. It was dying
anyway, A slow, chronic painful
demise.

Now to truth again.
This was  emotional.
An impact that brought
on and manifested in
existential pain and internal
seepage a heart failure
of irreversible damage.

Now externally look there.
Its right soul. Torn, lacerated
from unstoppable flight . A reflex
reaction. Seen  by many as a
classic symptom.
Doubt.

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