The Devil is in the Details and so are the Fae

A fallen tree was found

lain across the fields outside my door.

In the tallgrass it slumbered.

Its bark bleached from the sun

and weathered smooth.

Someone carved from it a heart -

though I know not

how long it stood.

They branded abbreviations and made a wish

to carry their love to the stars.

I know not their names,

but these letters matched our own.

And but for a moment I felt the sun graze my cheek,

tilt my chin

and offer a kiss.

But there was something behind his smile I could not see.

I could not see, but I could feel.

A sign from the Universe

plagiarized!

by the Fae.

It came not on the wings of a song

or with tender hues.

It was a heart - my heart! - carved into a corpse.

Infested with insects

and roiling rot

How they mock me!

With a wish I never whispered,

but one I traced on your shoulder.

A promise we never made,

but one I swore when I kissed you goodbye.

Though my heart rested well within my chest,

I felt it bleeding -

beating within that rotting corpse,

carved by someone else's blade.