she lied there
glancing down at the pieces of her heart scattered in individual sections on the pavement that held her
above ground
feeling the emotions burning through her bones, melting away her flesh
decaying her body
slowly
piece by piece
corner by corner
inch by inch
not being able to yell
stop.
how the motions and vibrations thud in her ribs as she listens to the heart she can no longer call her own
the heart she cannot feel
the heart that lies there cold within her chest
black and blue
bruised
bandages placed on wounds from trying to heal that tend to peel off in a spilt second
scars that were stitched up ripped open like christmas presents
the heart
wrapped within vines and thorns from poison ivy and deceased flowers
locks and chains suffocating chambers, vessels and valves causing excruciating pain within her chest
coughing up death
killing life with just a touch
she was so beautiful
not because of her eroticism therefore for her authentic beauty
the way she held herself up from the rest of the world
how the flames in her eyes lit up like glazes in a fire
the tears that connected to the edge of her face in a similar pattern.
her pain was her beauty
she was so beautiful
even when she lied there dead
when nobody realized her beauty and her body stood there
eyes closed
light complexion
crystals glistening against her illuminating skin
the paleness in her cheeks
how defined her cheekbones looked dented below the temples on her remarkable face
the touch of coldness within her body from her head to the very bottom of her toes
i stood there and starred at her
as if not a single soul was in the room, not a crowd, a sound, just me and her
us
my eyes locked into the ones that were fluttered shut in peaceful sleep
even when her soul escaped, she was more beautiful then I have ever seen
her brokenness made her exotic.
she lied there
but no one realized she was gone all along.
