Tears streamed down her face and turned to ice
Plunking on the ground, shattering,
Clink, clank, clunk.
The lump in her throat was splitting her in two
Ripping, shredding, pieces
Her bloody soul splashing to the ground.
How could it be repaired
The freezing, searing, unending pain
Of a too ‘oft’ broken heart?
Screaming, crying, wailing
Red anger bursts out like flames
Burning all who dare to come near.
Someday the tears will melt, no longer made of ice
In the future the shredding will end
And the flames will fade into the distance