Broken Hammer

My tongue bears the weight 

of taste buds that look like 

cracked hearts spelling your name. 

There’s a flame in my throat, 

burning from the feathers 

you plucked from the wings 

that once made my heart soar, 

but I don’t choke up tears of 

wishing you were here. 

I suffocate on the weakness 

you nailed into my bones 

with your broken hammer 

promises and plastic nails

that told lies on my skin. 

There are days I can’t breathe 

when I remember the sweetness 

laced smile you used to shine 

for only me and the sugar glazed 

look in your eyes turned sour. 

I wanted to write about the ease 

you used when you broke me, 

but I’ll never write the words 

that anyone broke me. 

I can’t boost your ego by letting 

you believe you had that power 

or any power at all over me. 

You were a tightrope 

I was never afraid to walk, 

the echo of a roar from the mouth 

of a pissed off lion, the sky that turned 

from a starry night painted dream to 

a nightmare on the street of my storm. 

I walked your tightrope with my hands tied, 

when the breath of your roar 

tried to cut through my heart, 

my roar was loud enough 

to shatter yours, 

and the sky that you pretended to paint

was never more than an empty canvas 

I painted my thunder on. 

So you never broke me, darling. 

My love was the storm 

that made your knees weak 

with your own broken hammer 

and you ran for your life, 

seeking shelter in the plastic sky

of your worst fucking nightmare 

you won’t wake up from. 

The weight on my tongue 

is my own thunder’s roar, 

lashing out lightning you can’t see, 

because your sky is a lie 

that didn’t fall for those broken 

feathers you tried to feed me. 

I’m breathing the moonlight. 

My heart soars with the stars 

you can’t make wishes on 

and the night tastes like honey, 

a thickness that coats the flames 

in my throat to set fire again 

to the dreams in my eyes. 

 -Stephanie Bennett-Henry©

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2 thoughts on “Broken Hammer

  1. You’ve left me speechless…yet again. Because you’ve said it all here, haven’t you? Thanks y’all. I pinned this to my (Amy Baldwin West) “stephanie Bennett-henry Bleeds” Board on Pinterest. -Rivershoes

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