Inside, out of love, what a laugh
Black Heart
Your black heart spins
A coat for your smile
A carefully hid switch
To unmask your eyes
A dagger drinker
She’s a link between midnight and dawn
Sinking into a corner
To drift and wonder
Why her tight lipped winter
Failed to kiss away summer
Your black heart lends
Its skin to the night
A choked up pitch
Evident in her lies
A coma weaver
Blinking in her big city bed
Through the window leaping
The key to her death
Your black heart wins
A rope for your cries
A mirror stitched
Into a pool of knives
— Parker Tettleton, sophomore English