She Tore Out Her Heart

She screams into the wind,
Voice whipping around the tops of trees and stars
As her heart lay in broken pieces on cold unyielding ground

On her hands and knees, she weeps
Gathering the shards of heart stained with tears.
Piling the jagged edges high,
Memories of misuse and malignancy cut her tender hands
Even as she pulls them back close to the space where her love used to live.

She cries into the wind,
Voice pressed upward to the heavens tangled in empty branches and listless clouds.
She rails against the life she wants to live
Sweeping away dreams and joy with each swipe of bleeding hands,
Pressing the broken pieces of her heart back into the place where they should be.

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