A Metaphor for the Heartbreak

Our love spawned

An aborted fetus 

Writhing with

Its tadpole tail

And wings burnt

Bones beneath flesh

And iridescent

Skin pink with rawness

A fallen angel

With fish eyes blind

And a brain stem detached

Lacking the roots

Her mouth opened

With gestational instinct

Failed and malnourished to --

Our murderous escape 

A broken product

Of our love in utero

And in the midst of

Our unraveling souls 

And our bright aura

Going black.

And it was Muted

With the disappointment 

Because we should have --

Found a formula

To sustain the pain

Unrelenting at best

And Us ...

Thriving forward --

We gave up.

And we are now

Fragmented

With pieces of

Our tissue flailing

In the name of

Love:

We are abandoned 

And we are dead.