Murderer of Her Heart
Snip, snip, snip
Thump, thump, thump,
The heart skids across the cobblestones,
Solid, eroded, tattered and no more.
Gauzy flesh oozing a stream of blood,
Dribbling down the pavement,
Catching the eyes of those with heads bowed,
Shame aroused by a hint of a smile,
Betrayal kissed by the mercy of the brow,
Once filled with a sanity,
That has now left at the sound of the crow
They said yes, hands all in
And grins as wide as the devil's snare
Should've known better than to trust their warm glares,
Eyes full of rays, but clipped by those shears,
Breathing promises to those who seem to care.
Pain, exhaustion, a love so blind
Her heart now seething and twisting under the glare of the sun
Hidden by clouds counted by the ton,
Once giggling, looping arms around one another
Should've known better
Than to plaster that smile side by side with each other
She dreamed with an empty head
But was ignited with a flaming heart
Her bandages burned but candles were still aflame
She spoke with the whisper of the wind
But laughed with the throng of the wild
She sung behind the sheer curtains
But danced for the swarm of bees
The bees whose stingers were the best dance of all
Searing flesh and taunting the flowers
Flashing a smirk
Wiggling their sword
Until, sharp met smooth
Flesh burst open and that heart once again
Met the pavement floor
Throttled by the guilt
But choked from the blade
Time and time again
It thrashes till it no longer hears
The far away note of it's thump thump thump
Snipped and ripped from those sharp shears.
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