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Heart Torn Symmetry
Heart Torn Symmetry
You tore my heart in half
Folded it first
And ripped it
For symmetry.
My equally divided heart
In each of your hands
Slips slowly
To the floor
Where you stomp on it,
Jump up
and
down
on it,
Do a little dance
On it,
Get down tonight,
Smashing it
Like a spent cigarette.
But you pick it up,
Oh my,
To flap jack it
into a
Butter churn
Where you
pulverize it
painstakingly
to butter,
Drawing it out
With a knife
You slather it on
A cracker
And eat it.
I Have No Male Muses Anymore
All 3 of them died - heart attacks. Died young too. I remember them as food consumed, swallowed whole. Such is the fate if muses and the inspired which explains all these bite marks. In the market for a new one ~(: D)-
Kindred Spirit
Muses should be careful around you! And me! Have lost a host to heart attack as well. And not the poetic version. My search is on as well.