The pieces,
they project into the hearts
of those surrounding me.
Slicing through their
thin delicate
chest cavities.
And when my heart-pieces
collide with their
whole hearts,
they explode,
and so do the
hearts.
And then their
pieces fly into others’
hearts.
And it is a
fractal pattern
of heart-shattering.
Except opposite of fractals.
More like a ripple effect.
For fractals shrink and ripples grow.
Poetry | Issue 23
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