He pulled the trigger with words, heart set aflutter like birds. Thoughts scattered like herds. Emotions stirred.
Heavy-lead-en, piercing through with each syllable. I ignored that sign so visible. A heartbreak symbol. Resounding like the crash of cymbal and I shut my ears and eyes but not this heart so simple.
Wore it on my sleeve, so it could be plucked with ease. Anticipating that moment I began to grieve. Crying “If you cut me, do I not bleed?! A pound of beating flesh – does this not appease?!”
And thus began that blood flow. Stages of grief on display “The Heartbreak Show” starring you and me and you and me and me and me and with each plea I see you fading in that afterglow sea.
Where Hope and Pain reside.
Side by side.
And with blood-curling scream I hide
As at last I again hear what Hope cried,
“Et tu Brute. Et tu.”