I Cry in Hearts

by braveandrecklessblog

i cry in hearts

they fall into

my open palms

slipping gently between

my cupped fingers

before falling into

the chipped basin

I keep just for them

the hearts I cry

are mostly crimson

some are hibiscus

and merge


like watered down blood

against the delicate

floral pattern

they stain the ancient china

and my fingers

and no amount of scrubbing

removes this hue

revealing to all

the color of my pain


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


3 Comments to “I Cry in Hearts”

  1. Christine! I really loved the delicate descriptions of the journey that “the hearts I cry” take toward the “chipped floral basin” into which they fall. So eloquent! You are right about stains! They don’t scrub out for me either!!!

    The only thing that was missing was the audio embed of your voice reading it to us so we can close our eyes and hear the words from You!!

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