held together with makeshift glue
one part blood, three parts pain
my bones cracking, fracturing
i am filling these spaces in
with mortar and cement
and the still-hot ash of my passion
passion like a furnace; alas
with all things bright and burning
the wick lights for a mere few seconds
then leaves smoke, dancing in the wind
like you then, one moment there,
setting me ablaze, the next,
gone
and i, alone
vulnerable to the cold
that was when the unravelling came
i took my broken but still-beating heart
with tears and blood and witchwork
i fashioned an impenetrable sealant
one even your pretty, silken lies
couldn't slip through
ever again