She cut out
her heart and buried it in the depths of autumn,
left with a
heart shaped box of leaves.
She said:
»It's a long way back into dust.«
and in
between the words you could hear the trees whisper.
She looked
at herself in the mirror,
felt like
the reflection echoed into infinity,
through
glass and camera she admired her shadow;
until
someone with a heart of snow touched her skin.
Her body
shivered under the cold and stumbled down at his feet.
She saw a
glimpse of a boy she chased down the streets when they were kids.
Clenched
her thighs and bit her lower lip,
for all the
mistakes and bad decisions she has made.
His
presence was exhilarating, chilling to the bone,
with a
touch he brought snow and frost to her heart shaped box.
She was
spell-bound; the cold was her first weakness.
No matter
how hard she tried, she couldn't find a reflection of his.
She asked:
»How can someone be and not leave an echo in infinity?«
The next
hand that touched her, had a heart of flowers.
Sweet scent
of life expanded from his chest.
Although he
could satisfy her pleasures like a long forgotten dream,
she kept
yearning for the cold.
The last
hand to touch her, had a heart of sunshine;
such a cliché
to melt under the softness of a touch,
admiring
the flickering lights his rays left behind.
He painted
on her skin and in between her collarbones
he placed a
locket of a secret garden and said:
»Use your
little key to open it, whenever you wish to escape.«
One night
her curious mind pushed her to open the locket,
in there
she found a glass with glittering light.
All the
burning reflections ignited a fire to the leaves in her heart shaped box.
He said:
»Now you are finally closer to dust, just like you wanted.«
Looking
back into his eyes she whispered with regret:
»If only
you would love the rain.«
If only she
knew, the next heart to touch her would love the rain.
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Beautifully writing, Natàsa. I was carried along in the flow of the story and was chilled by the ending. Sometimes temptation is hard to resist....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and chilling indeed :)
ReplyDeleteI just love your opening lines here.. so imaginative and it really connects the whole poem to the idea of both Autumn and heartbreak. Thank you for sharing on Real Toads.
ReplyDeleteShe may face surprises. That she had anticipated. Confessions of endearment can bring unexpected results. Nicely Natasa!
ReplyDeleteHank
This is like the rain- misty, muting sound, screening sight, a bit mysterious and sad.
ReplyDeleteShe's been through a lot...no wonder she's panting.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Natasa. Welcome to the Garden.
ReplyDeleteK
This tale does carry the reader along. I was touched by the wistfulness of "if only you would love the rain...." yes, she has been through a lot. Love the title of this poem, and the way the ending brings it home.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece..I love how you opened it and continued with the season of loss.
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