I certainly shattered
All the remains of your stone heart.
But not on purpose,
Just out of a sudden urge.

I needed a mess to clean up.
I had to walk barefoot across the tiled floor just a few more times.
I like the designs my feet make: ****** quarter moons with each step I take

Six or seven tiny pieces
Shimmy their way deeper into my heel
I look at it as your way of making a solid path through the shady forests of my soul
And making yourself at home
In the bending tree branch house
Which has nurtured my tortured heart
Back to assembly line standards.

Just as my hands begin to cramp up,
My fingers slide back out.

What a future proof idea;
To turn around and find one that
Could withstand the force for a few years longer than the rest.

What is your bet?