now you’re gone my heart’s falciform – Ava Gomez

September 15, 2026

now you’re gone my heart’s falciform,
a scythe reaping blonde hair fields
ripped from the soft heads of
brothel-born again virgins.

I’ve become unclear over
what anything really means without
the view of your minimizing glass
stained with biblical horror stories.

I can’t put the imagery together anymore.
our metaphors make dirty, cursed love;
poison for the literary eugenicists
you follow forever half-blindly.

still I pray like a mean evangelist to be
underneath your human floorboards,
your free-will performer of the secret chord
that we understand completely