The Heart Shaped Locket

Jacob found the heart shaped locket in the obsidian vase. How did it get there? This was part of her. This was a piece of Jacqueline. This is the way she wanted it. She was always leaving treasures to remind you of her. Only her. Just her. He couldn’t think outside the box. The box with the deep dark raven colored vase in it. This was all that was left after the rain of lightening barreled down destroying anything and everything leaving nothing but the smokey sky. The obsidian cave had saved him and now he knew that the vase was simple grace.

Jacqueline was always one step ahead. And she would tell Jacob, how she’s the kinda girl who wears her heart on her sleeve, such an old cliché'; but this was such a moment in time, almost like the clock stopped-frozen and still. Time. The air. Movement. Breathe. Yet, the memories flooded the ground his feet stood upon. His Life. Her Life. Their Lives. And now she was gone, but she never would be. This piece. A Treasure. Her heart. This heart shaped locket. When had she been here? She knew the end was near, that’s why she sent him there. Jacob wrestled with the meaning of it all.

As he lifted the obsidian vase out of the box it disintegrated, leaving him holding midnight in his hands. Jacqueline’s favorite color. He caught a glimpse of her, he just knew the transparency of her heart echoed through the cave. He knew that the locket was that piece of her left for Him to consume, not the Earth fire; for the inky obsidian vase was made to hold such a cast.

Jacqueline remembered that day, a day of reckoning. She had fallen into the sphere, the concentric tumble of melting spelt. A wave of composed, contractile rhythm. An archaic stage, that one time. To fall upon and into the pumping blood. Soft and naked, the plunge, it left her breathless. The synchronous absorption left her weak. As she stood with her hands together, open and cupped in front of her grasping the efferveincent beat that could only bring her hope; she could feel the warmth under her feet. The balmy liquid rested upon her toes. She had become one with such immersion that the sinking she felt was equivalent to the stability she encountered, as she fell to her knees.

If Jacob could only see that her heartbeat was contained, he would know the answer to all his questions. Yet, there he was possessing the authority amongst the dynamics. This Treasure. A Pearl. Not made for pigs. The obsidian cave reverberated the silence. There he stood with his heart on his sleeve. Alone.

Jacob had been so sure that he and Jacqueline would see forever together. And now with the devesting, demolitioning, ravenous lightening from the skies, destroying all that they had; Jacob was still searching. What was he searching for?

Jacqueline had left him. Jacqueline had left that piece of her heart, that no one else could find. She had shown him where it was and Jacob had found the heart shaped locket. She had become one with the earth to wax and wane. To no longer be human, but to be part, a part of-what is left.

As Jacob reached his hand down into the depths of the obsidian vase he could see in the midst of the pooling, a shine, and there he stood with His heart on his sleeve. The redness breathed into him. Gave him Life. Gave him life without bread or water. But a sound. A sound of rendering. A vibration of strength. A clarity of salvation. A love like no other. For the chamber resonated all around him as he reached into the conchoidal fracture, finger by finger wrapped around-as he clung to the heart shaped locket.