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
