Aching Heart Poem by Ms. Queenie

Her heart
Sunken in
Used
Flattened like a grape
Dried like a raisin
Sucked of love
Cold and hard
painful
hurting
Beat like a stone
In firm ground
Underneath pounds of heavy weight and baggage
Dying of thirst
Sustenance?
There is no sustenance for a hungry heart
Only death, disappointment and shadows
Sadness
Blood-red
Aching heart
Degeneration from butterfly
Into nothing
nothing But dust