The Cutout Heart Poem by Michael Arthur

The Cutout Heart



Dead-ended snowflakes
unfolding off the dashboard
barefooted as if an old attic ladder had
strangle held rungs smothered in a glovebox
justifying by any means
such tyranny

of handstitched gallowses
veiled over brutal truths

Cactus flower flipflops
hung from black
shotgun mirages
of white and red petals

closer then they
disappear

Sunday, July 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal
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