Mocking Heart -

Mocking Heart

He went on methodically

With the butcher’s knife

Cutting every part cleanly

Avoiding spills

Packed them in polythene

Individually

For his heart

Had in mind a special place

A slow torturous death

Above embers of the fireplace

It was the reason

He was cutting himself

Into pieces

To complete the work

She left midway

Before she abandoned him

After bleeding him bare

Of any pain

And now just one arm remained

And he realised late

After cutting it

He’ll need her help

To hang his heart above the embers

Of his fireplace

While heart watched

Beating with disdain

Mocking him to go ahead

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