Heartbroken.

I watched something die

On the backs of my eyelids

As I closed them to shut out

The light of his face

His face that shone

Even as the shining inside me dulled.

And there is newly--

A ripping

Rending

Wrenching

Despair boiling inside my guts

The ultimate ulcer of malcontent.

Have you ever watched something die?

The convulsions of life cut short?

There is pain.

I heard something keening

Against the pounding of my eardrums

As I severed the sound

Of his soul-breaking speech

Speech that still danced

Even as the movement inside me choked

But for the only--

A pounding

Crawling

Snapping

Crash when my bones shattered like

The Glass Man- in his hands.

Have you felt the death of dance?

Disemboweled black hole where once moved stars?

There is pain.

And now each shattered piece of a too fragile heart

Lodges in my appendix

Glass menagerie lain crushed and broken.

I wonder if I will ever find a mender—

A glass blower perhaps….?

Geneviève Perdue