her heart is being renovated,
transposed.
a modulation from its stagnant state to sundry color
seven years a hollow heart bleeds
do you hear it?
thumping. dragging of chains.
unacknowledged in their presence
the tedious humdrum of a forlorn soul
broken to a shattered glassy shine
reflecting perfection deep, but blemished.
perverted from its organic essence
into a hot mess,
an unadorned breath
dejected and destroyed
weeping and blue
cherishes her castle dreams.
her spirit longs to deviate from her
rais`ed form.
she has dream`ed of sincerity
of faithfulness, and adventure
biting into fresh plumbs
purple juices dripping down her face.
but experience speaks lies
she questions why, but
her heart`s response is too ambiguous,
too deeply secluded. masqued. burried in her blood.
cloaked with deception
slander to her purest heart
eclipsed in the shadows of the moonlit trees
and camouflaged by nightfall.
her heart is being renovated,
transposed.
brilliant fire gains victory over inky smudges
thought permanent.
hidden in the dusty cornered rooms
of her heart
a glow ignites iridescence here.
and it paints and polishes
dispelling obscurity, and
leaving sparkle in her emerald eyes
again.
-hillary nicole
02.08.11
