Heart Shaped Paintbrush Poem by Predicanda Emmons

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The pitbull comes, and rips me half in dreams.
There is nothing much more love can do
But say it was nice to do unto you
shake my cold hand and secure me in.

your heartbreak paintbrush un-obscures the moon
so gingerly you bundle in the stars.
You oil in hue a delightful dust of blue,
a womanly figure radiates to lay with you,
Forgets to breathe, and dips in sleep, to death.

your cancer feather fashions my bodice
and agony chokes up the skulls.
tsunamis husk my white heart, deveined;
my failures, salty and drowned.
You apologize for emptying the soul.

it does no good for scattered bodies, nude
The corpses lay face up, to the sun.
Awake and dilated at the crisp light
their coast bones blaze with cracked fatality;
rose petals grip, finger in.

I think it is I, who is all the more sad.