My Heart  

bullet shells and shrapnel 
cannon fodder for your laughter 
this land lays barren hereafter  
no glint or glimmer 
no shining spark  
this was not your playground  
It’s my heart 

Signs 

caged by your ignorance
and sealed without thought 
the little starling locked in a box 
there were so many signs 
but none of them said stop 

Savor the Losses 

your name is the calligraphy coursing through my veins 
reverberating in the echo chamber of my heart 
rest your head on my chest 
can’t you hear how it is sung  
every anecdote 
every insecurity  
every insult  
is etched into the darkened stone of me 
the scent of you seeped into the marrow 
before each regretful whisper escapes my mouth 
I hold it at the tip of my tongue 
so I can savor the losses 
I would happily dine on your laughter 
even If I can never be the source 

There are gifts in forgetting 

the last time I saw you 
you were just as handsome as the first 
before I could ask if you ever think of me 
you smiled and quickened your pace 
I felt the river of my heart spilling past your face 
on its way to the place where eternity is born 
and there is no reference point for north 
I watched the crescent waves of hope crashing and ebbing  
and just past the shore 
I laid your name to rest amongst an elephant graveyard  
whose bones lack the gift of forgetting 

Blue Eyed Boy 

boy with the eyes of fathomless oceans  
and hair of tendrilled sunbeams 
the blue-eyed boy with the drum in his throat 
you are still a thing I’ve touched but never really held 
I love you, boy made of hyssop and hematite 
I love you, hands at the small of my back  
I love you, lips at the hearth of my ear 
I love you, fingertips on rib bones 
I love you, strained from my chest and drawn from my breath 
there is no “un-making” of what we’ve made 
the claim has been staked  
if you wanted to be rid of me 
you shouldn’t have stayed

~~~

Rebelle Fleur is a poet of Hispanic descent hailing from the Midwest. Often focusing on the esoteric, transmutational, mystic, or even macabre, her brand of introspective poetry can be found at fleurpoetic-blog.tumblr.com, where all weirdos are welcome. She spends her free time doing taxidermy of insects and small creatures. This is Rebelle’s second feature with The Short of It. You can read her first feature HERE.

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