Severance pay!

The heart had its own limitations
while love was siphoned to
the echo of the last drop.

Murderous rogueT-cells
surround a cell of life
tearing it apart like
hyenas hunting in packs.

While the sky was the limit,
love was splashed across the universe,
the stars appeared jittery
worried this wouldn’t last.

Someone enjoyed
the colours of hell, red
bleeding profusely
on the pavement dead.

Seemed there was no heart
that could last eons to recover
but suddenly the show was over.
The focus appeared to be
on something else.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem is a little mysterious in spots & I'm getting multiple ideas for your title phrase. At first I thought of it as "breaking up" with someone, severance. Then I thought of those T-cells & some microscopic severance came to mind. Not sure if someone dies in your poem, but it sure feels like it. I got severance pay one time when I broke up with a mean abusive lover. I guess he felt guilty *smile* Fondly, Margie