Grotesquely

I dropped my heart 
it split and broke
like a rose-tinted vase
strawberry-pink fluid 
stained the marbled floor
it took a while to run out
fizzing bubbling gasping.  

Glass buried within flesh
crimson tainted hands 
I cleared up the mess 
like I always do in resilience 
I won't let these walls 
recite this tragedy back to me. 

picking up the pieces 
there's one, here's another
how much can a heart take?
quite a lot it seems 
how scarred are my hands?
quite a lot it seems 
there I've fixed it again, grotesquely. 

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #277. The quote I picked was:

“Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes…