The most dangerous words
“…but he has a really good heart”-
cutting her own heart out
in sacrifice to his.
A ritual, repeated,
a trance-beat of the drum
only not for something holy, as imagined,
but for destruction.
The cold knife now shattered-
dropped gleefully from great height-
is planted in pieces in the mosaic garden.
Among lush green and fiery blooms,
metal glints in sun’s eye
as earthly reminder.