zoomusikgrl

A diminuitive grin
he
presses the flesh
palm against palm
fingertips shrieking against
coiled steel strings
(it sounds like birds)

he puts his hand on his heart
and sobs alone, along with me

rythmic strumming
I weep
but not gently
spring wire thrums in the hollow of my body,
a hole where a heart should be

leave it for the birds
let them build a ragged nest of it
then set fire to the brush
my stomach churns as it burns,
ashes flutter and collect to
form a lump in my throat

his hands shake, quavering over the last note