It Broke Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Oh my
It broke.
I look at it on the floor
Its pathetic little pulse
Its desperate attempt at revival.

I … I did that?
It broke
He lays at my side
With his eyes to the floor
His desperate attempt at survival.

I’m … I’m sorry.
It broke.
It lays on the floor, at my side
Its slight little pulse
Its desperate attempt at forgiveness.

I’m sorry
It broke.
As did mine long before.
An eye for an eye.
My vengeance and bold heart
Sewn again.

So, indeed.
It feels –
DID feel –
For your suffered state.
But not now.

It’s your time to bleed out.