Poetry by: Krista Helms
Heart Fibers
Blood still flows through these veins,
even though my very lifesoure has crushed
Oedipus, his eyes, Romeo, his life,
Mine, simple tears and cheeks filled with blush-
The brutal bruises are in my chest-
bearing witness to the tattered heart fibers-
the beating keeps coming as the girl is knocked down,
and no one knew what was inside her-
Torn and kicked, cast away in exile-
while the pretty face walks away satisfied-
And she is left dying broken and done-
He'll never know how much i've died inside-
© 2000 Krista Helms
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