Mine

 

A year past 

My heart hardened to stone. 

I dragged its weight 

Furrowed the land in my wake;

Took it to the shore 

Thinking: perhaps the waves would tumble it,

Lessen it, smooth it to marble

But no, the tides simply troubled it 

Worried at it,

Tethered it in seaweed,

But refused to swallow it whole.

 

Instead

I bore it deep underground 

Navigated dark ink 

Tripped and cut my soul in the black. 

I bled from quartz veins; 

Streams of fragmented crystal 

Sunk into silt 

Then waited, gleaming inside, for light.