Ghazal
by
Laura
A. Ciraolo
For
Broken Hearts
A
woman is given
gifts from a heart
Heavy, her hand
holding a green
glass heart.
If
she could use
magic to conjure
you
Back into this
world, would you
break her heart?
Sad
and disappointed,
she walks on glass
Silent shouting
the words of her
own heart.
She
walks on glass
and hopes the
sharpest shards
Miss the arteries
and veins of her
heart.
She
prepares for storms,
buys hurricane
lamps
With etched glass
antique alabaster
hearts.
She
hears operatic
butterflies sing
Arias of knives,
swords stabbing
the heart.
She
eats lion, the
ultimate gesture,
Thumbs her nose,
consumes her enemy's
heart.
Laura
is a movie and
a woman
Murdered, but
she lives and
follows her heart.
©
2007 by Laura
A. Ciraolo
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