Broken Hearted

Heart 3

Broken Hearted

My heart’s not fully functioning. Its working parts are rusted.
With all life’s empty promises it has become encrusted.
Friends tell me it’s been out-of-use and just needs to be dusted,
but so far no one’s come along that I feel can be trusted.
The truth is, it has been too long since I have truly lusted,
and so although they say that my heart’s just unadjusted,
I’m pretty sure the truth of it is that it must be busted.

Fiction, folks.  Really. The prompt word today was encrusted.

20 thoughts on “Broken Hearted

  1. updownflight

    What a great use of the rather challenging word “encrusted”. Though I do have a loving husband, I will admit that in some ways I feel my ability to make new friends is made more difficult by a figurative encrustment or wall that makes it difficult to let people in to my heart.

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          1. koolkosherkitchen

            It’s also having lived in a county where friends and relatives disappeared without warning, the door bell would ring in the middle of the night, and heart attacks would strike routinely just because of fear.


            1. lifelessons Post author

              OMG. Was this in Russia/Soviet Union? I can’t imagine. When I was a little girl, we had a deep closet two-shelved closet that ran under the stairs but opened on the end, so it went from being about five feet by five feet square to being only high enough to squeeze your hand into. It was our “game closet” where we kept Monopoly boards, Scrabble, decks of cards and a million other assorted gamey things. Also, our cupboard to keep sheets and pillowcases and blankets and towels in. For me, however, it was the safe place I thought I’d go to when robbers came. I’d climb up to it by pulling out the three sets of drawers under it and climb way to the back and pull the towels and sheets in front of me. I always wanted to be safe, just in case. For you, this was no fantasy. So, in spite of what I said a few sentences ago, I can sort of imagine the terror. This is why I can’t watch scary movies.

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            2. koolkosherkitchen

              I don’t remember feeling frightened; it was more like living with constant sense of danger. You get used to it, but it’s always there and it makes you go into panic when someone is 10 minutes late. Perhaps I see scary movies as amusing because of very real terror that we had to live with.

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