R.I.P. My Fractured Heart

Illustration By Rose Perez

 R.I.P. My Fractured Heart

By Charles Payne

 

We hold hands

strolling among the

rows and rows of markers.

The grass well fed and green

so like a park –

an invitation to share

a picnic lunch.

— These headstones

You say—

are so close together

and so small.

 

I can’t bring myself

to tell you yet

that this is the graveyard

where I buried my heart

every time you broke it.

My hands carry still the stains

of mud mixed with my heart’s blood.

Scars from digging without

a shovel in the cold earth,

Six by six by nine inches –

all that displaced clay

I used to sculpt a heart

the size of a mountain.

Shrieking Poem By Charles Payne

 

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