Thirst Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I could not drink
From your heart
There was no opening
Not an entrance
In my blurry sight
I poked and jabbed
Squinted and searched
Like a desert woman
Embraced by the sun
My fingers know all parts
Of your tiny little heart
There was no hidden key
You did not leave
Flowers or a note
Enraged, I broke loose
I clawed and stabbed
You would not break
So instead I fed
And swallowed it whole
Your poor little heart
That abolished my soul