Break me open

Break me open

Pour me out

I am ready

To burst

A jumble

Of jagged edges

An old sack

Overstuffed

Filled with sharpies

A tumble

Of broken pieces

Coloured glass

Blood diamonds

Fool’s gold

Easy to reveal

Weightless

In slumber

Lighter than oxygen

Breathe my air

Puncture the panting ego

Open the hole

It is wide enough

To release

The whole story

Without a picture

Tease out

The finer details

Shovel them

Into a furnace

Burn my bridges

I have no need

Of overspill

Too much has been

Made of my

Wasted space

Splinter the fragments

See how they run

Quicksilver

A molten heart

Even at room

Temperature

Cool me

Douse the flame

It will continue

To smoulder

Even in a vacuum

Broken hearts

Still bleed.