fruit

shard.
Like floating slivers
of infinite spirit
bound towards
my heart

pierces.
Cuts the heart
from its lifeblood
and veins, twigs etc.
just so it hangs low

"It is Man who convicts me of my sin,
and gives me this weighty feeling:"

brokenness.
For your anger
destroys me
for I know not what
And I never will, again and again.

Let the sun of your sleep
set on your anger.
and condemn me
to Man's hell

where heart does not rise longer
blood runs running dry
my body breaks, and weeps
for my smile and love no longer.