A new poem

by Elise Free

Heartbreak —
an onomatopoeia

listen

to a heart imploding
inside ribs
the sound of a tomato blending 
to a pulp

expanding
breaking apart into
little bits
tiny bits
of matter

that matter

still pumping

still making 
the body
work

fingertips and toes filling 
with blood
pink 
as always but

different now
a foreign body 

a foreign

body 
new to the world, touching 
walking 

for the first time

You are not the same

and the other 
organs walk lightly
and whisper

I didn’t see it coming