Amongst the Stones

Our shelter had just been a house of cards.

Now we look at them scattered between us, devastated.

This family of hearts is broken.

Our blood seeps, dripping thickly from the entrails of our lives. Our chests are cavities, eviscerated by loss. We stare at each other, our mouths slack and silent, our hearts a bloody mound at our feet.

I pull a beating muscle towards me. I grip it, feel it pulsating and wet between my fingers, not caring if it is mine. I push it into the space beneath my breastbone. I pull the ribs, sinews, muscles and skin together, closing the chasm, demanding the emptiness to be filled. One after the other, we choose a heart from the quivering pile until the ground is bare.

We rebuild our shelter. We stand tall again.

Our fingers bleed and blister, our muscles ache with the hard, bone-breaking work. But we do it. Together. For you. For us.

And now at last, we stand amongst the stones.

Unbreakable.

Copyright - Freya

Copyright – Freya

9 thoughts on “Amongst the Stones

  1. I can feel a lot of pain in your post. And some optimism at the end, at least a promise. But I find the middle hard to grasp.
    And now I have lost a friend…

    1. Hard to grasp, as in hard to understand, or as in it is difficult/painful to read? If the former, well, this was more a stream of consciousness exercise for me and therefore I’m not surprised if it is difficult to extract the sense from it. If it was difficult/painful to read, and if that was connected with your comment ‘And now I have lost a friend’, then I am so sorry.

      1. ‘Hard to grasp’ as in hard to understand, hence my ‘now I have lost a friend’ who might be sorry I am too thick to understand what she writes!

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