I have a splinter in my heart
right in the middle point between the left atrium and the right ventricle.

A little husk of a beechtree seed
landed on the fragment of wood that now lives within me
and it cannot be removed or I will bleed all over and dry out.

It’s putting down roots on my cardial muscle tissue
one day it will break free, reaching for the stars.

I will walk to the edge of the world
Step, and a step, and another
Through sunny days and vineyards,
Smell of horse ****,
Spring flowers, bright green leaves
and fruit too hard and sour to be eaten

We will carry her to the edge of the world
Her feet soaking in the uneven strenght of lifted arms
In the salty water of the ocean
Sweaty armpits and wet foreheads
And still,
Scent of cheap wax and lavender

There will be dancing
Fast paced sad songs
Holy ***** of wide skirts and tight shirts
Blessed by the lady of the dark cave
Sacred mistress of thousand seas