Pieces of hate.

I would tear out my heart
rip it from my body
seal it in a casket
like that bloke from the pirate film.

Maybe I would cast it,
hurl it, into the sea
let it reach the bottom
making no note of where it went.

It might be safer if
I burnt it into ash
let it be blown away
no danger of recombining.

I would tear out my heart
but you beat me to it.
Do you enjoy squeezing
it tight within your fist?

Michele Brenton