Monday, December 15, 2025

To heal a broken heart is to release,
remove each pin that pokes out from the fist-
sized stuffed tomato locked away inside
your chest — one by one — to squeeze it back
into beating, press the blood to pump
again. Every needling betrayal
excised is a stone of sea bird hanging
from your neck, its feet stained by your footfall,
dropping back into the sea, shrieved by some
quiet prayer — words you speak but mostly
to yourself, let go from the heart that held
them, clenched them too tightly and for too long.

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