Death Shatter
The sound was unmistakable:
glass splintering
on the tile floor.
T'was my heart
she slipped away again
breaking into innumerable
slivered fragments of love.
perhaps
one should have
a plastic heart
that would not shatter
from Death’s hard blows.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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