Girl Without A Heart Poem by Nick Donaldson

Embedded in the Earth
A box of six feet
She lays

Cold, Bled, Ripped
A wuthering, wearing rock
Chiseled with words from her daughter

'Heidi, Loved by everyone,
Will always be missed'
And all is said

Among the weary living
A stoop shouldered man steps to browse
At the foot of such a sick lump

She looked at me before
When she sprayed me with smoke
Ringing me like maggots to fresh meat

And the path of her skirt fell open
I put my hand where darkness abides
The tips of my extensions

Fingering the cracks
Till her eyes rolled back
But now she rests opened

I saw her on the field
With another hand on her opened eye
Ankles grappling with the dirty oats

Her face was everywhere that summer
As I prayed for St. Jude's call
Sickened with the perfume of vibrance

I took a blade
And slit out her heart
The bottom of her breast opens

Gaping, while I tore out her passion, until her face
Was bleached, except those blue eyes blackened
I shovelled out my prize

And at home it withered into knots of tissue
I'm not the man she that I'd be
That's why she rests now with a slit of vice

I do believe that I had no choice
You had the nerve and now you're paying the price
Of your misdeeds as you sweltered into a ball

After these years of forcing
Spat out by you when you buried our hatchet
I gave you wings and you flew away

Sticking yourself together with glue
And at least one of us is still here to say
'Oh, how I miss you'