Right down the middle
you broke my red heart
There’s just empty white space
between the two rusted parts
It can’t be filled
everything falls through
No longer whole
my breath turns blue
Archive for July, 2012
Bits and pieces of them
hang from the ceilings
on windowless walls
still other parts sit
atop different shelves
as little by little
THEY disappear
Lately I’ve taken to
pouring my heart out
into a bucket of words
used to paint hope
on the back fence
Heartspell 