17/365: Already Consumed

My family doesn't trust hearts.
My grandfather, my uncle,
my father's mother:
their hearts broke them or took them,
filled up their chests edge to edge.

is how it feels late at night
when I'm fever-weak.
Something will eat my heart up.
I am already consumed.

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The verses in the above poem are based on the Japanese tanka.