Heart Asundered

Of rocks and stones, the rolling waves are coming down. The gentle hand of fate picks you to buffer the lightning rods in each generation. My heart asundered—two halves divided— by your prescription of a rolling pain. The bite of each apple takes me to the immediate curse, of swallowing the existential sand that corrodes the fleshy piping of my system. Redeem me, my Lord, Savior! Break the chain that entangles my bones. As I walk in my integrity, my body returns, and slips back into its solidified form.