Bolts and screws protect
This empty chamber in my chest.
A compartment once warm
Now cold and barren.
She came swiftly with a drill
Hidden behind the smooth curves
I once worshiped with devoutness.
Deftly she unbolted the metal
Sliding the door open she reached inside
Tentatively stroked the warm steel
And grabbed my heart in her tiny hands
I felt comforted and at peace
With her grip holding my love
Until she turned on her heels
And didn’t come back.
Leaving my chest open to the elements
Empty and longing for her touch.
Forcing me to fortify the area.
Never to let someone in again.
Who’d want an empty chest?