Onomatopoeia

Whisper

Whimper

Bang.

I’m shot down

By the one I loved.

Drip Drip Drip

Go the raindrops

And the teardrops

And the droplets from the faucet-

Wash your face and

    Embrace the pain.

Crack crunch snap break

The sounds my heart makes.

Thud thud thud

Blood

          in my ears

I hear

              nothing.

There can be no blood

It pumps no more

The heart cannot do it’s anatomic duty.

Is the heart good for more than feeling?

I am in too much pain to know.

If I were whole I’d let you know,

But with no heart to feel,

No ears to hear,

No eyes to see your beauty taken from me,

Am I a person?

           Incomplete.

Groan creak screech

             The new me springs from the wound you left behind.