you left<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and the sky got stuck on dusk<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and the earth wore petrichor
instead of her inherent black
to the funeral of our bruised love
as if knowing
that all
that would yet rain here
would be dust<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the birds
bereft of you
to sing of<\/p>\n\n\n\n
expelled only static<\/p>\n\n\n\n
spring
summer and fall
slipped into winter’s grasp
and all that would yet bloom
or bleed
could only do so
in umbral shades of misery<\/p>\n\n\n\n
every record player
scratched the same message
into the very heartstrings of silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-.-. — — . -… .- -.-. -.-<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n and every clock you left<\/p>\n\n\n\n and the whole world ceased to be<\/p>\n\n\n\n just to hold on and it was just like you had promised<\/p>\n\n\n\n that mutual assured destruction you left<\/p>\n\n\n\n and took with you Artwork: Julia By Ben Heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":237,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[7,6],"class_list":["post-236","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-benheart","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=236"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":238,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/236\/revisions\/238"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/237"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=236"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=236"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=236"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
incessantly kept chiseling away
at that same second
as if time
were a diamond
holding you captive<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to your fading silhouette
for a moment longer<\/p>\n\n\n\n
was to be the only way
by which death’s unremitting hunger
would ever stand a chance
of tearing you asunder<\/p>\n\n\n\n
all remaining hope
that truth would ever get
to settle its debt
to wonder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"