Pouring concrete
over my tinsel heart
I promised myself
invulnerability
to your hurts.
Holding the phone to his ear,
hearing you cringe out sadness
was a scatter-blast, jackhammering
my inner workings to wet gunpowder.
Your defeated tremors caressed
fireworks into me like acidic salve.
Promises have destinies that expire.
Every tear liberated was
a snail, balancing on
a needle tip, corroding
wearily, as it tried to stand
up to my salty reign.
Heartlessness exiled,
suddenly with a will of its own,
eluding me, forsaking me...
I used to shut you out easily
like a leathery curtain
slicing off sunlight,
but for a blink of eternity
I felt.
-Svw