You will need
the toenails from yesterday
regret dates and one too many chances.
The more yellowed and brittle
from bitter morning afters
the better.
Then find a handful of ashes
from today’s bonfire emotions
of scratched face photographs
and last season’s
love letters.
The last item
is tomorrow’s glimmer of hope
in half smiles, small giggles
and single stem affection.
Gather all your items
in the middle of your bed.
Light a circle of candles
and prepare for a ritual of renewal
from scar tissue promises
and ghost vein fingertips.
Now, pour all the items
into a diary green bowl
and grind them down down down
with teeth and fists
until repent dribbles between cracked hands.
Collect these drops
like holy water return
back to normal
and drink them down.
Let them smolder
upon your tongue
so the hints of ex-lovers
are pulled down your throat.
Let them rest in the pit
of your stomach
while your heart jumps
and stomps.
Pain will be the indicator
you are flicker electric alive
and each ragged cry
will get louder and louder
into siren release.
Feel this elixir
rumble inside
with growl spark
and jagged nail twitch.
You will be pulled back together
and spit out plumes of smoke haze
memories.
Grip the covers for stable ground.
Keep looking forward.
Let every I love you be pulled
from your lips
and enjoy the scream
of your exe’s acid stomach bath demise.
This is how you hex
for a broken heart.
Poetic Trials 