Glass Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Glass Heart

I can hear the glass walls

of my heart

cracking,

and splintering.

They’re beating

apart.

 

Ribbons of

crimson

stain the littered mirror

shards.

They’re scattered

and patterned

across all four

walls.

 

The crystal floor,

pillars, and doors

that bind the anatomy into frame,

fragments

my mentality to

shame.

 

Satiny fades beyond remnants.

Bare

and transparent,

except a single

shard

of my disregarded

heart.

 

The precious,

transparent,

stone was never built to last.

The purpose of its construction

was to prove a worthy

distraction

for man’s fury and babel.

Not to be daunted, caressed,

and coddled.

 

So please,

do not

touch

the lone shard of my

heart.

You might cut yourself,

trying to fix something that doesn’t

want your

help.

 

 


Submitted: November 08, 2020

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