Affairs of the Heart
by Elle Jacobson
How quickly the teardrops fall
parallel lines cutting sharper than swords,
glide down each cheek
past rosy ridges where words may speak.
They roll further down
form armour, shield and crown
and envelope my bleeding heart.
Dilute the blood, cleanse battle scars.
He tries to break the well-worn shield.
My tears, valiant soldiers, do not yield,
they meld pieces of my heart in desperate kintsugi.
He retreats, spitting venom cruelly.
I'm left champion, Queen of Hearts.
Yet mine breaks the further we part.
Royal blood bleeds sapphire-blue
but sorrow stains mine the same hue.
parallel lines cutting sharper than swords,
glide down each cheek
past rosy ridges where words may speak.
They roll further down
form armour, shield and crown
and envelope my bleeding heart.
Dilute the blood, cleanse battle scars.
He tries to break the well-worn shield.
My tears, valiant soldiers, do not yield,
they meld pieces of my heart in desperate kintsugi.
He retreats, spitting venom cruelly.
I'm left champion, Queen of Hearts.
Yet mine breaks the further we part.
Royal blood bleeds sapphire-blue
but sorrow stains mine the same hue.
Elle Jacobson is a short story writer and poet. With a nomad spirit, she has a love of travel and seeing the world. She has previously been published in SeaGlass Lit, Firefly Archives, and Antagonizine.