black heart

this requiem fragile
belies our sworn harness

wbose earth
hearkens heavens

we have not

such agony rests
at the tip of my tongue

when i taste the sweet torture
of late summer sweat

the barest reflection
my being can muster

is lost
on the jagged shard floor

as I sort through those remnants
a wayward glimpse beckons

and bleakness consumes
my black heart

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