Pomegranate Heart

Oh how precious!

Aren’t you my honey-filled cupcake.

 

The golden China vase was broken, the yellow sap wasn’t enough

to glue shut the tree’s wound.

 

Don’t you worry about that heart of yours. It will heal.

 

Spit on your hands, rub them hard,

you will need to hold the blue glass eyes firmly.

Graphite floor, now all you need is a paper

to write down your envy and drown it in the

crystal river.

Crystal river made of real, large crystals of water,

of ice.

 

Were you searching for the large emeralds in the deep blue sea?

 

The water is always brighter when you’re shallow. Take

my apple juice, I like cocktails except

I don’t like your face.

 

Like when you turn to the right and look mature. Take it off.

 

Wear your pink sweater, white shirt, blue pants.

 

They see through the fancy colors of your skin, when it turns from

red to white as they throw smooth round stones where their lies

slip off. In the crystal river, an ice shard cut you deep in the right

pinkie.

 

It’s alright, He will be there for you when you don’t expect it.

 

I thank thee master, let your spirit rejoice

in my house but keep your black cat out. I am allergic

to their odor of betrayal when it stretches and scratches the post.

The way Molly does except her beating heart is full of confidence.

She reclaimed her land with yellow liquid on top of round

dark-brown stones. She is my role model and he my barbed wire.

 

Bless your heart, it is like a pomegranate.