My Heart Sharpened & Silent

Sharpen my edges With a sword of iron strongAnd a heart gone deadLeft with a note on the midnight counter Pain sharp in my chest cavity gapingWound where my heart used to beatPump red liquid beatingSharps and flats, silent The above poem is from a prompt from Quadrille – A 44 word poem that includesContinue reading “My Heart Sharpened & Silent”