Black clouds and lightning in the sky
synchronistic dance of my emotions.
Another piece of my heart bludgeoned
into a matted bloody unrecognizable
mess, short thick words doing the beating.

My mind, lambasted with the unfeeling
expression tries to fathom the reality presented
as it disembowels my love, a duo of wide slices
spilling all I have in the dirt.

Once again I am the fool, the one caught
unawares frantically groping for my freshly loosed
entrails in a vain attempt to put all back right.

I must now decide.  

Do I replace my freshly filleted ribbons of heart
stitching up the wound now made weaker by
repeated scar tissue, or just quietly sit here and
bleed out, therefore ending misery for all.