The suture on my broken heart is torn, beyond repair.
Not even the veneer of your love or kindness can bind it now.
Crimson crystal drops drip, as I labour to liberate my heart
from this opaque world... where no one sees me.
Excerpt from "Free my heart"
For Greg Barden's "Liberum Divisa 2" contest
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2020
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