"Broken Symphony"

Written By

Elizabeth Devin

This rage-eruption

 

bursting like a knife

 

from between my ribs

 

to gouge,


 

is not the true heart

 

that beats rainbows

 

into the blue air. It’s the false

 

heart, anxious heart,

 

unsure if its music is too loud.


 

Bold hearts beat purple, but mine

 

bleeds metallic at my feet, the pool

 

of it widening to encompass

 

the world in the copper-tang taste

 

of misgivings.


 

Understanding is missing,

 

a piece I must find,

 

but looking into shadows

 

has robbed me of eyes,

 

left me with fingers groping blind,

 

into the thorns, into the spiders,

 

into the jaws of night.

Elizabeth Devine is a poet, author, and professional student. She never found a place to belong, so she takes up all the space available. She raises chickens, takes writing classes, and stalks her boyfriend. Her poetry can be found in Page & Spine Magazine and The Chestatee Review.