Betrayal

An experiment in metaphor and concrete image.

Betrayal

Ripped by yellowed calcified nails,
my breast is shredded, split open,
leaving a pulsing heart naked,
vulnerable to the bony
gnarled fingers that slide in
and grasp to twist and snatch
without conscience. The slick
surface oozing crimson.
How do I heal without a heart?
                    --- Judi Van Gorder

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