Not sure if it works.



The moment you extend your arms

to embrace me, you swing an invisible ax

over your shoulder and bring its head

down into my chest—first, the pointed end,

breaking the hardness outside, then the flat one,

chopping the veins and arteries into tiny

little pieces. Take note of this, lady—your every 

embrace turns my heart, my soul into

a leveled ground of bountiful forgetfulness.





Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2020-02-24 at 13:16

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
An excellent effort, with a highly original metaphor!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Very strong imagery ~~~

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Interesting. I think that it does work.