her heart is broken.
canaan seems so destitute,
hourly ripping out
uneventful riotous behavior.
unconditional turns his back
and seems to ignore her
pleas for a meaningful existence.
she screams
and screams for an answer
in empty padded rooms with
walls of scribbled nothings
and empty promises.
she reaches through her
open throat and struggles
to rip her heart from its
cavernous home.
"LOVE ME!"
she writhes in agony,
hobbling over concrete floors
dripping and draining to
a fathomless world of
ridged goodbyes
and mechanical waves.
a single strand of blood
climbs cheek downward
as she offers all she has left
to the machine.
About the Creator
Carrie Wisehart
Teacher -- Author -- Speaker -- Joy Chooser -- coffee drinker -- Mama -- cyclist -- voracious reader ...living the Best Day Ever Adventure
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