so many broken hearts
emptying, gradually, the blood from their domes
filling the basins of their guts with alkaline
eroding away as their bones fix the contortion of their bodies
into a mold that persuades them against the current
that would take them home.
there\'s nowhere like it
but in the heads of the sullen
their love so fantastical
has stolen a part of them
and hid it away at the core of a being
that belongs to someone
who isn\'t there anymore.
what a privilege
not to know what that feels like.