She has cut it out, her heart.
She has stitched it together, it was broken.
It is now tethered to her wrist by a string.
It floats. It beats.
It is… (cold (it is as frigid as ice))
“Beautiful, YOU are” he says as he lies down beside her
(it’s not the he, the heartless heartbreaker
but some unfortunate sap who just doesn’t get
that he’s plain out of his luck.)
He will die, this is certain, for the sins of the other,
the absentee lover who left her dejected rejected
that broke up her heart
She allows him to take her. He takes her
and heightened with passion she brings the knife down.
She roughly rolls him aside and he pleads with her quietly,
quiet quizzical Whys(?) filling his emptying eyes.
His lights have gone out – she feels both loss and elation.
She gathers her senses, carves out his heart,
flash fries it (in butter), then consumes it with gusto
with relish and tatties, fried onions and peas.
One down and countless to go!
Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!
Just in case you’re worried, I love men, well most men, but I don’t love all women either (except in pies…).
Words for the lovely Magaly who is hosting P&SU Weekly Scribblings#45: Artistic Interpretations and whose inspirational prompts are of three images. (I have used two and the image above is “Carnival Dreams”, by Shelle Kennedy. The words “Beautiful YOU are” re “Beautiful, YOU are”, by Magic Love Crow)
Also shared with the good folk at dVerse Open Link Night hosted by the lovely Linda. Cheers Linda!