Here is my monstrous
heart. I remember
when bile didn’t mix with blood
as it traveled through
un-gouged walls.
I don’t trust it
not to alarm the unwary
with its feral beat
and shadow roaring
reverberating around old scar tissue.
But I will trust you, always,
with the truth of the stories
behind each scab and bloodied bit,
because this truth,
odd and unshapely,
is the most precious thing
I have to give.
Photo by Dušan Veverkolog on Unsplash
Song Choice: Broken But Beautiful by Kelly Clarkson
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem was created for the Weekly Scribblings prompt given at Poets and Storytellers United. I chose to work with the phrase "Love can be a Monster, or not."
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