this frozen death

Joan Evans
Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read
deviantart.com/art/Visceral by LeslieAnnODell-432529758

you have taken my heart
i once gave you openly,
with love — and you
murdered me with it.
you owned it,
and me,
until it
no longer
served your needs.
you took the part of me
allowing me to love,
to live, to feel…
and you froze it
into a heart-shaped
wedge of ice.
i live a gelid life now.
cold. glacial.
removed from
all things real,
all things loving,
all things heartfelt.
i am at home only when
climbing naked up a snow
covered

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Joan Evans

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psychologist. connoisseur of human folly. cat herder. left handed liberal. writer, with the heart of a poet.

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