A Stark Cold Hotel Room

There is a melted hole in my pack
from a fire one day
and I blamed
but denied
fault

so sweet
I'll sew this hole
to keep the rain out
but the one in my heart
is a voracious singularity devouring everything

even healed as much as I'd hoped
and the blame is the same
so sweet
so smart
any other way there would be no plumes
on either end to view
so no blame falls
on edge of horizon
dancing
barefoot
the heal of heals
and in the midst of overwhelming happines
the predator strikes
come back to life
death at the falls
and one gone over

Punched the heart
now beat forevermore.