Sun does weird things

Have you helped yourself to a bit of mourning every morning? Or even moaned about how the night lay torn out of your window, like dead skin; flaked out and irrelevant.

On a sunlit pyre, no smoke no fire, burn the moments from yesterday, you cherished with life. Incinerating in the now everything that was. 

A room clouded with smokes from everything past. A breath, a word, tears or laugh. A haze of experiences you gathered from yesterday, to implement in the today or forget the next day.

Have you ever woken up and tried to drown in the bottomless oceans of your guts, excavating a heart. Resuscitating it, nourishing it and letting it afloat. Then foraging for food, only you know your heart feasts on?

Food for the heart to fatten the fool, or you could make your own anatomy  chart, pin that heart with a pining dart. Starve it, bleed it let it sob; whispering, weeping a long lost howl..and when it starts to drown in its tears, anchor it with a septic spear.