Yesterday, rock shop
heart-shaped stones—
Valentine leftovers,
palmed a piece of fluorite.
Internal narrator spoke:
“Purple hearts are earned.”
I released it.
Internal editor reprimanded narrator
without mentioning
the war waged on me, simply showed that telling narrator
the bruises tinged with black and green
stomped into my violet heart
and placed me in my own story,
full stop in a heart-filled chamber.
Amethyst.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (5)
🌼I was wrong; this wasn't amethyst, it was fluorite. This rock deserves my deep, sincere apology! 🌼That line, "Heart shaped stones," was so resistant. Your choice of a single syllable before the six-syllable phrase felt like a water tap: letting out yet holding back. It creates a beautiful Cadence that mirrors the tension of the piece.
This is great. Short but full of so much wisdom.
Good on your internal editor.
What a lovely stone!
Oh, what a beautiful stone <3 I believe we have all earned a purple heart of this sort in one way or another <3