Stake Through My Heart

Freeze-dried and cradled in bloody hands

Photo by Mara Ket on Unsplash

I know it’s my heart
but why not just jab
a stake through it
end this bout once and for all?
These pinpricks
crimson tears
slowly bleeding out
weeping
beaded droplets
anemic trickling
d
o
w
n
tickling my skin
tacky and marred.
That uppercut to my gut
did you mean
to graze my soul
with that arctic text
veiled in your lollipop façade-
Yes, I had a date-
freeze-dried and
cradled in bloody hands-
yours-
my heart
frosted,
dulls
week by week
month by month
year to year -
I can only take so many rounds.