Tell me how your heart was broken—

The dark has one demand

always one, of us... as an ear

suctioned to the chest

of Life,

with

shock

and grievance:

"Tell me how..."

listening, not breathing;

"...how your heart..."

in utter silence

of internal night

"...was broken?!"

shook

...no longer beating

when the whole world

out here, goes on living???