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Break MAG

October 29, 2009
By Rapplescallion SILVER, Fort Collins, Colorado
Rapplescallion SILVER, Fort Collins, Colorado
8 articles 10 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them. -Anonymous


Does a heart break?
Not definitively, it might, if
Struck in just the place.
Remove the keystone, a heart collapses. Sink a blade of words
And a heart will leak slowly,
Deflating. Will it –
POP! I think not. A heart is tugged, thin threads, white hot:
Subtly dragging a heart away from mild breezes
Into cold hard currents,
Running deep in pits of
Consciousness. A heart begins
To rip. Silent, twisting lacerations. Soft, then searing deep.
Weary, long-standing bones of foundation stress, then SNAP, giving out,
Dragged under to drown. Muscles pull, veins tear, things slide away:
Slip, slither, gone. 'Til empty, barren voids
Ache: lost in light, blinded by darkness.
A heart doesn't break. It watches from
Outside in, the inevitable destruction of all it
Wanted to keep, to hold, falling away into an
Abyss of its own deep roots. Tangled, strangled in everything
Smiled at and waved to and struggled to love.
No, a heart does not break, it rips itself apart.


The author's comments:
You know the feeling of when the idea of human company turns your stomach, but you absolutely NEED someone to hug and cuddle, but then they try to talk to you and you're constantly reminded of how much you don't want to be with people so you end up curling up alone and being a recluse? That's why I wrote this poem. It reflects my state of mind (even though my heart has never been broken)...

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on Jan. 28 2010 at 9:28 pm
Rapplescallion SILVER, Fort Collins, Colorado
8 articles 10 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them. -Anonymous

Oh, wow. Commenting on my own work, I know... But this actually got published in the print magazine?!?! WOW! It was just a little literary doodle I did while feeling angsty in History class... Thanks to whoever liked this enough to publish this! This writer now feels rather happy. B}