You walk away,
I wait


The world breaks apart
The groaning earth cracks
The heavens tear asunder
Eyes burning with the sting of salt
My chest aches, the muscle of my core cracks
Bile rises up in me
Rivulets of Blood flow in a cage of ribs
Claws of Malice grasp into the beating muscle
Spilling my life through its talons
Terrible keening fills the air , something is dying
Eyes drowned in tears
I stumble in a half run
seeking the dying creature
The agony of its violent pain deafens me
Crowds surround me, mouths moving, mute
their faces are blank, deaf to the cries of the dying
Talons are clawing at the broken muscle struggling in my chest
I fall, My mouth is open, my heart pleads in agony
The broken thing lies fallen, curled in a womb
Cries as old as the earth tear out of my mouth – echo tears in my heart
The heart struggles in weakness,
Salt crystals grate into my cheeks
I watch as the hand tears open from within me
heart lies next to me, dull and grey
curled in a womb
the tide of tears from the grotto deep within
rises in a flood out of me, drowning the shadow of my heart
silence – cold, hollow finally stills the creature
soft whimpers are the only echo
lying, a curled up husk in a womb
sorrow covers its naked form in heavy layers
blanketing the creature complete
the stitching of sorrow is the thread of your love
pulled tight through the needle of your cruelty
yours are the talons rending my core into shattered remains
my heart lies without, torn from me
dull, greying muscle
– a heart dying
– a husk curled in hate’s womb
– a creature hidden in sorrow’s quilt

*Published online in Undead Poets Society, August 9, 2010 by last_lines

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