My heart
nestled
in a space under the floorboards
in a space under the floorboards
I hid it
years ago
There it stayed
Period.
I couldn’t risk it
being misused again
I learned
by degrees
how to function without
Didn’t even miss it any more
Almost
Then I dreamed
(or maybe it was a vision)
I put my heart back
into my empty chest
It beat again;
I was persuaded
I should have known
Dreams are not
to be trusted
if we are to survive
unscathed
My heart grayed,
a small, dead mouse
I wear around my
neck
as a tribute
to you, my love.
submitted for mindlovemisery, Prompt 17, Pessimist
10 comments:
I love love those last lines dark, obsessive, awesome! This is fantastic putting your heart under the floorboards immediately conjures Edgar Allen Poe
A touch of Poe in it. Powerfully dark...love it!!
Very good, mi amiga
Wonderfully dark, wonderfully wonderful!
Anna :o]
Phooey. You have tons of heart.
Wow, this is a powerful poem. I like the idea of getting along without your heart and realizing that there's always a risk.
dang. the heart around the neck as a small dead mouse you keep as a tribute....def dark, but well spun too mouse...
Powerful poem. I understand hiding your heart, glad you put it back in your chest. The dead mouse around your neck as a tribute to your "dead" love, whew! Excellent!
great line..."a small, dead mouse I wear around my neck"...
I really understand the hiding of the heart...your really wrote some powerful words...
Nicely done, Lolamouse!
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