Heart Hack

Unrequited love forces a sledgehammer through the heart,
thrusts it in without reserve,
and twists to cement its anchored position.
Blood ripples out,
like an untouched fountain.
Yet a piece of your soul gushes out
at the same time.
no rhyme.
Splats on the floor
and stamped on.
Never to be revived.
Gone.
But why?
Yeah, try.
Cover the gash but what with?
A cloth that doesn’t absorb?
A piece of unused flesh?
Artificial stitches that mesh?
As you stand there,
your…