Cavities

Baylee

The sound of a breaking heart: 

muscle tearing 

ribs breaking 

veins opening wide 

to reveal pooling blood

sinking deep into the cavities 

which your love used to fill 

 

I often wonder at the quietness

of pain

of how all this destruction 

cannot be heard by a single human ear 

 

I never used to hesitate 

to write a poem of my emotions 

But now as I am

standing alone, full of the gaping holes

your bullet words left 

 

I am frightened 

of everything. 

Afraid that the words might come out wrong 

that maybe writing metaphors 

won't be as easy as it used to be

when my heart was whole and 

God had not abandoned me

 

Now I am frightened 

of change.

All change: for better or worse

because too many changes have lead me

down to this desolate city 

where hope becomes a memory

as my memories suddenly become hopes.

 

  • Author: Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2019 14:46
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 16
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