Fractured Heart

Lump in throat: heart finding a new home. Sweaty palms: could mean anything. Ache in belly: could be gas. Brain sore: a bruise that I can’t stop fiddling with. My heart hangs on a branch—a ripe plum. Squeezed, sniffed, prodded. There to be loved; there to be broken.

Amie McCracken edits and typesets novels for self-published authors and helps writers polish their work. amiemccracken.com