Cut open
a gaping wound
cross sectioned for examination
imperfect circles of a lifetime
jumped in both feet
now stone
cold
cannot grow in unearthly soil
the twisted knot
of my gut
Gone are the graceful branches
once dancing in breezes
swift, bitter winters
unforgiving
twiggy branches withering
A hole, my heart once
of flowing honey
now stillness
only winter
ice