in your heart

October Love

A vibrant tuning fork in hand—
This is normally a prime time for burrowing a hole in your heart.

You tell me to videograph your heartache.
You claim that this crowded urban area saps your optimism and your love for your fellow human.
Someone’s banging on the door, yelling: get out, get out.
You will slowly reopen your heart and repair the gaps, and hope for the best.
It’s still not easy to be asymptomatic.
Over the next couple of weeks before October love forlorn, love clinically enervated, will disappear permanently.

Fuel for the broken heart.
Food for stormy weather.

“The invisible tissue of civilization: so thin, so easily rendable. It’s a miracle that it exists at all.”

— Lauren Groff / Arcadia

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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