bittersweet

I ate my heart today
shaped like a
strawberry chocolate.
It tasted sharp and full,
strawberryish
but not ripe.
Interesting
but not delicious.
I’m hoping now for peace,
the end to restlessness
the end to my life
being dictated by
emotion.
I’m waiting for anguish
to disappear
with the aftertaste.
I hope I’ve eaten my fury.
Eating my heart
wasn’t great
even as a strawberry chocolate
but I think I’ve done
myself
a flavour favour.