LOVE Poem: MY HEART IS A DUMPSTER FIRE, by Leslie Soule

Be careful with the wolves out there –
That go traipsing around in human skin
Eyes of glowing nightdark
They seek hearts to devour.
It’s a new generation and they’re hungry
Teeth like kitchen knives, fingers like daggers
They’ll snick your head off like taking tape
For the crime of showing a heart of paper
To crumple, and set on fire
The eighties and the nineties weren’t like this
And I look around in horror
As the trash fires burn rampant on every corner –
What the hell happened?
My heart – my poor heart was once a brimming treasure chest
But the dark world transmutes and transfigures
Hopes fly in like paper airplanes
And never sail out again.

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