22/29/16

The Monster, Broken, Within

I have had a broken heart, and I have had that broken heart mended.

I have broken a heart, and I have watched it heal.

On another hand I have taken a heart from a beating chest and crushed it in my hands. 

What was left, remorseless I showed, I threw it beneath me and stomped out whatever ashes of the fire had continued to smolder.

I watched as its slow beat faded into an endless life of turmoil- it was the most painful thing I have ever done.

If I have any regrets my stoicism would be one.

In this heart that I had churned to dust, not only did I mutilate its once colorful canvas I tore the soul attached and watched as the colors both drained out.

I lit its remains on fire and watched as the embers turned to ash and I let the wind sweep them away from the earth beneath my feet.

As the wind blew past me I had never felt so empty as if I could be whisked away by the wind as the ashes.

I felt the spirit cry out in terror.

I watched a woman made of steel break down before me.

I tore two souls destined to have a love shared forever apart and as I crushed one in the palm of my hand, the other lie in my chest and beats only as half of a life. 

My body had drowned in the tears shed that year.

While most of myself remains intact, I live with sound of crying soul forever on replay in my head. 

A terror of my own.

A wound of two, neither of which will every be fixed, mended nor stitched.