A thrum like hummingbird wings mark the pulse
Sharp, asymmetrical chunks missing
No, not your false china heart,
glossy paint over fragile dirt-brown pieces
No, not your jealousy in jade
that never matched those soulless eyes
black as misery, hungry and cold
It is My opalescent heart that flutters
and shines in the sun
bruises, fractures, sins and all
defying every blade you used to chop it down
pricking your fingers where you tried to steal it from the truth
Choke on your empty words
drink the poison that you filled them with
take your monstrous, china heart
and break it