the walls are leaning in

pressure

real and insubstantial

building

there is one constant in electricity

it seeks to go to ground, home, to dissipate the charge

there is one constant in broken hearts

they seek home, to dissipate the hurt

cor contritum

latin for broken heart

a beautiful turn of phrase from a dead language

domum cors contritum

home for broken hearts

she has it tattooed on her soul

the ink blossoms and swirls

you can see it in her eyes when the light shines just right

i want to kiss the words from her

erase the etchings and make her whole again

show her i am her home

if she would just come to me

i would make it all okay