Cherry Cyanide

Fragile human heart
still weeping blood,
wrapped in paper that 
stains red, pigment spilling out.

In which it kneels;
screaming at your feet,
tearing from ribs
bones splitting at the roots
squeezing your chest, sobbing.

Fragile human mind-
still crying woes,
up the river of salt
rushing down waterfalls of sodium.
Bonfire on the shore,
burning books of sorrow,
wrenching pages from spines
and throwing them to flame.

In which it mourns,
the loss of ashes already burnt,
it stands pounding on 
unbreakable glass-
standing on shards unshattered.

Fragile human life-
on sale at Walmart,
harsh white light 
on the shelf it sits upon, 
next to seltzer cans and glitter.
Open a bottle, whispers candles that flicker
and whither away.

In which it cracks,
as you wrench the flap on top,
spilling carbonation and water
out a hole to which your mouth sips.
You find that the water
fizzes no more.

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