How to Break a Life

Sterling M.Z.


One,
Take all your fantasies, toss them on the floor
Scramble them, like eggs, like hearts, like my mind
Tear them limb from limb until their crumbled edges are all you feel.

Two,
Bag them up in plain sight, box them, seal it tight.
They’ll remind you of what you once were
And laugh as you pass by, their giggles muffled

Three,
Go on with life, through the phases and the gray
Let the dream rot into dust, mold into air
Their fumes will suffocate you slowly

But that’s okay. You gave up on them
They gave up on you
You watch each other wither away
The parasitic partnership of prospective plights

Ones we would have loved to journey through
Happily taking all the beatings, enduring all the bruises
With a smile, a pleasant whistle, because our heart
Was whole from our fulfillment in dreams

Dreams, for the omen bird, the dark bird
Feed its wings and feet
Enabling them to carry us away
From all the things we just decided to fix