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