after the
callousness of
the last discard
i cannot allow
this weakness
built on longing
to fill my heart
any longer

the slivers left
of my soultender
rest in snowglobes
filled with
lavender embalming
fluid and the last
dreams of forever
in plastic particulates

when the desire
to be loved grows
i shake the globes
watching the flakes
form the smiles
crisscrossing my heart
with weeping wounds
which never manage to heal