Faux Poem by Sally A Mortemore

he forced a rod
between my heart
strings
to twist and twist
'til twisted tight

and when the cables burst
they set me spinning

like a repeating
spinning top

he played a tune
of no resistance
fiddling ropes
my twisted hands
cut short

familial strains
upon those heart strings
bowed with a familiar loss

because —

he hated me
my brother
yet mother
called it love

and they repeat

those bruises
on my heart strings

playing 'til i stop

Sally A Mortemore ©2024