Wore this noose as a necklace

Cross-stitched heart on the sleeve

Until it renders asunder

O’ Pandora, may she breathe

Unhinged maw, hangs ajar

Gape to swallow the sea

Heaven saves no sanctioned hearth

For those as lowly as me

I rub salt in the wounds

To season flesh as it bleeds

Bittersweet memories lure

Lullabies to lucid dreams