Queasy Pieces

my heart has been cruelly sliced

into disparate, desperate chunks

each queasy piece lies throbbing

where it fell when my heart exploded

unable to be contained by

my inconsolable chest

now the many quivering hunks of inmost me

lie desiccating in a scorched landscape

or drowning breathlessly on the deepest ocean floor

or gasping for air on a frozen mountain top

or moldering amongst the moss and mushrooms

of an ancient crowded forest

or trampled by the incessant traffic of the heartless city

or lost forever in the shivering vastness of an empty universe

cold

dead

alone