She's Broken Again

I wrote this last year when I was sad

Fire-aim; in that precise order. She carelessly distributes her weary heart to one after another, not penetrating even to the point of meaningless companionship but the hurting is just the same. It becomes routine, her daily treachery. Her spirit rises at the hint of attention and plummets shortly following, realizing its falsity as another tear sends her to sleep.

 

         She makes an abrupt slice at her ribcage, reaches through tough flesh for a heart. Successfully grasping her target she pulls, rupturing her insides, spattering her pale chest with common blood. Her eyes glaze over as it beats in her shaking hands. Her eyes meet a stranger. Please take it she called. I don’t want to die again. He saunters past-

Author's Note

Thoughts?

Reviews

[Mutasa]

woow you must have been sad dear when you wrote this poem

[Ciara Di Salle]

At the time, yes

[Diana]

I really enjoy how the heart is given weight in this poem. "She carelessly distributes her weary heart to one after another." One definitely gets the sense that it's just too heavy to bear alone.

The last paragraph was shocking. I like how the narrator literally takes her heart in her hands without being cliché. "I don't want to die again. He saunters past.-" Perfectly captures a cold response...which invokes quite a different response from the reader (or at least in my case).

[Ciara Di Salle]

Thank you I loved this review ^.^ I'm really glad it had that effect

[leafsailor]

I am glad this has passed , the writing helps however, this is understood and is a good thing

[Ciara Di Salle]

Yes :) Thank you!

[FlatLineBeauty]

Wow! My thoughts are you described a situation of wanting to be loved and trying time after time very well. We just keep handing out that heart and it breaks over and over.

[Ciara Di Salle]

Thank's that's a really good description!

[Riding the Rainbow]

really strong piece..well done!

[Ciara Di Salle]

Thanks for the lovely review!