Poem by Franklin Rayeski – Please do not use without crediting me
I hold the black heart as it bleeds.
It states “secrets” on it’s side.
It holds all the truths and lies you’ve told.
It holds all the tears you’ve ever cried.
I hold the black heart that you gave;
It bleeds between and around my fingers.
It beats solemnly, slowly and silently,
As your final words, in my head, lingers.
I enclose the black heart in my palm
And black blood begins to pour out.
It stings and breaks all my skin,
It burns away all my doubt.
I open my palm and out it flies—
The black heart was no black heart,
But only a shriveled little black bird
Simply tearing itself apart.