There is a sound made when a human heart is broken.
It is the jarring, sharp report of delicate crystal,
splintering in an ivory cage.
Crevasses that spill forth ruby rivers
that rise to strangle speech,
reducing breath to suffocated sobs.
The tide rises ever higher,
...... breaching the sills of the souls' windows,
bloodying the panes and blinding sight.
Finally, the heart can stand no more,
and with a last throb,
refines the rusty flow,
back to purity
where it manifests as human tears.
These can be dismissed as water,
therefore neither of consequence nor meaning.
Leaving behind only the smoking,
smouldering ruins.
...Where love was the arsonist.