i feel your heat broke,
held back tears choked,
body mould vegetable like an artichoke,
rope burns, red raw, fingerprints imprinted
like an etch a sketch around the throat.
Hoping for forgiveness.
All you got to give is ambivalence to a kaleidoscope,
a spectrum of a sliding scope,
outpost, hides in a gliding cloak.
Invisible to the individuals
that provide the hope,
the inevitable return of the great white dope.

So,
Those fragments of the heart,
are an art piece.
Raw and uncut,
you came unstuck in your cuticles.
Nailing your beautiful mistake,
To a cross shaped like shoulder blades
holding up those younger days,
shades of the shadows past.

Like a puzzle,
someone will find your corners,
and pieces in between,
when it seems all is gone,
the heartbeats faintly.

Not all is lost.
quaintly.
the beep is constant
and,
your heart spoke in rhythm to the promised land.