I kept his red blood beater
in my heart-shaped box
lined with green velvet
as my personal valentine –
a gift I could open each year.
But now his misshapen heart
is velveted with a green mold
lining the gaping ventricles
like four obscene mouths –
chambers awaiting some small
treasure I no longer have.
Explanation: I found that list of offbeat phrases in the “Strange Visitors” contest amusing, and began to think of them as titles for poems…I may do more based on the others, if/when time permits.
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