Ode to the Lonely Heart

Ode to the Lonely Heart

Sole occupant
of concavity:
stalactite core
weeping red sap.

Circular beats
crack the silence
with “not enough,
I’m not enough.”

Rivulets seek
reunion,
slicing a home
through hostility.

Granitic walls
bear witness to
the suffering
of no body.

Flinching eye, turn
to this abyss
and fold your arms
around despair.

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