I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my cells mitochondria nucleus DNA a disease)
Whatever is done by me was your doing.
I am never without it:
I still have those poison thoughts
It has taken me years to even begin to unlearn.
I cannot let anyone in.
They might trace their hand along
The parlor wall of my heart
And find it bare of pictures.

I liked my body when it was with your body;
Now it is a crying naked thing,
Bare in the wrong ways,
Muscles shouting, thousandfold nerves
Screaming, crying, loud.
You flayed me open so skillfully,
Parted flesh from firm-smooth bone
With your words sweet like grave goods(I carry it in my heart)
So I am soil I have reclaimed
From your charred earth policy.
I am undead: alive again
With the tomb all open so quite new.
You must not have known:
Burning it down only makes it grow back angry.

I carry your heart with me(I carry it heavy head lead weight round my neck etched into my synapses ground into the layers of my skin like sand from a broken hourglass wailing and gnashing of teeth)