It lies upon the floor
In a congealing pool of crimson
Wetly vulnerable
Unflinching before my sickened gaze.
Unable to escape judgment
The inevitable foot that will stamp it.
My heart.
Exposed to sunlight.
To every eye it would hide from.
I can't force it back in my chest.
It is obscene in it's slick, organic beauty.
Brazenly lying in the open.
Daring me to pick it up.
Reclaim it and make it safe again.
Hands tremble.
Ribs constrict around empty space.
I am so hollow.
I taste the blood on my tongue.
Tucking the screams in my cheeks.
Ordering tear ducts
To offer no merciful dew
To this traitor.
Outside, people pass by.
Unaware of this trauma.
Inside, I stare in mute horror
At my rebellious heart.
Knowing it will never be safe again.
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6 comments:
Sometimes you just want to rip it out don't you?
Great piece - Happy Easter!
The heart is a task master, and a persistent survivor...
...rob
Image & Verse
nice one...thanks for sharing your words
I like your word choice. Original, graphic, interesting. Thanks for sharing!
This poem resonated for me. I hope you manage to protect your heart before it gets trampled on.
Thank you all for the kind comments.
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