Heart Bone

She said there is a heart bone
Kept together by strange blood and ashes of ocean shells 
Resembling a thick root of an oak tree reaching deep for forgotten wells
She said the heart bone had strings
Long and aligned
Strings that take the shape of one’s spirit, aching or intact
They made the beat of the heart she says, and would rhythm her new lovers, new adventures
New stories only her body could tell
Making her fragile to her own fire of existence
Her mother had told her, that the bone would never break
Even by the fractures of her heart, for loving those who could never love back
Or pain from scribbling down wishes on a skin that eventually wrinkles
It could never be seen, or touched
It was a gift, a connection, a strong whisper
For her to remember that her heart, is joined to a vast mystery