24/30 Bless your heart

When heartache blooms poison

Injected starburst of black

Both numb and relentless

We search in vain

For just the right spot to clutch

Bitter symphoinies of hard facts

Cannonball stomachs

Cram lumps down our gullet

Burn retinas irrefutable

We sprout genuine

This is the great unveiling

Rendered bittersweet and naked

Glaring heavenward

Our paint runs soluble

Grief has no umbrella

The reflex of crisis

Learned shotgun slow

They will be watching for signals

Armor rust skepticicm

Convince them all is well