Seat belt rolls into place
dragging the buckle up the frame;
similar to rattling chains of the departed,
ones so attached to vices they lost their
souls to gain more and more…
I haven’t lost my soul to greed.
Mine is more a hardening of trust;
a closing down to avoid pain’s bite
when relationship departure rips,
tears, shreds emotional sanity.
I’ll probably be dragging a heavy heart
wrapped in serrated chains; constantly
cutting into heart shaped muscle…
bleeding and bleeding love’s broken promises…