diagonally pierced heart

through the cage that holds it

eyes now the shape of pistachio

before they’re broken open

except these eyes already are

they pink instead of white

wet instead of dry

stomach compressed and coiled

maybe she entered there too

rummaging around

throwing this piece there

that piece where it never belonged

she lost something, i’m sure

or maybe it’s not her,

just something i ate

regardless

i’m familiar with pain again

not friends yet

no gifts exchanged

or nothing

just getting reacquainted

i’m noticing pain,

she runs cold.

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Aside

a momentous occasion

when heart breaks

again

for the first time

since

the last

all i feel is the

repetition

of why

of the tenderness

squeezed between

of screams and thuds

of screams and thuds

of screams and thuds

of trying so hard

feelings would bleed