hinarising

 

 

 

Take this heart,

This burgeoning ache,

This swollen phobia

Of social stigma,

A morsel of sorrow,

A fragment of body,

Broken bread to be eaten,

Slowly, steadily,

like oil spreading

Its rainbow dulled by dust,

Still throbbing and beating

And breathing in frayed sunlight,

Ready for your scalpel

Of words,

Dissecting, devouring,

Consuming, releasing me

Piece by piece,

in waves.

 

Karen K L Espaniola,  Aug. 16, 2013