Heart Pyre

Karen Forslin-Bojnansky


Tears, like a faucet

emotional wrench no use

pour out loud

then quietly

drip, drip.


Cut my heart as they fall

erode beaten trails

of intimate talks

childbirth joy

spent love.


Memories torment,

tear and bleed

ignite despair

scorch my teardrops

incinerate raw emotions.


Only ashes remain

scattered, irretrievable.