Aphrodite’s Disaster

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She burned the box devoted to him,

And scattered the ashes in his car.

Hiss —

Irises flared in heated rage,

As she hugged her knees in the backseat.

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He broke the window to her bedroom,

And stumbled through on drunken legs.

Thud —

Trembling knees cracked on wooden boards,

As he dropped his head to the mattress.

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She found their picture in the glovebox,

And clutched the print with bloodless knuckles.

Rip —

Smirk and smile mocked falling tears,

When she tore their faces to pieces.

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He saw the frame upon the nightstand,

And seized it with a strangled laugh.

— Crash —

Glass shattered, denting white plaster,

When he threw their love across the room.

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Splintered,

Tattered,

Disfigured,

Destroyed,

She clawed his skin as he crushed her heart,

And Aphrodite sobbed from her throne,

As her masterpiece fell to Hades.

– kh.

March 2017 | Placer County, California

My Heart

I kept my heart in a box.

Every morning I’d open the lid and wind it up. It would creak and whizz, as if it would soon shudder to a halt, but it never stopped running, and it always kept me alive.

Until, one day, it was gone. The box lay empty on my bed as I thrashed the room, searching high and low. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I fell to the floor, screaming.

Who would take my heart?

I waited for death, but it never came. Then I heard a soft whisper.

“Look up.”

So I raised my head and gasped.

You held my heart in your hands.

~ Hoài-Linh