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Piddling With A Hainted Heart

Piddling With A Hainted Heart

Piddle: (Intransitive verb) to waste, to throw away, to abandon. [A Euphemism]
Just because she doesn't cry,
Doesn't mean a thing.
What she's piddling with
Is a hainted heart.

Sometimes tears
Can't cause a river
Deep enough for a woman
To dip her haint of a heart in
--Not when she has lived too long
In such a short time.

What is the purpose of a tear
If not to soothe?
For her there is no soothing.

A woman can grow dry
Like burnt leaves,
Discarded among dead roots
Of hollow trees
Leaning naked in the wind.
Nature can be harsh.

Where do the sounds
Of a heart
That beats no more

She has a ghost
In her chest.
She has already
Let go.

Ain't nothing to do
With a heart like that,
Hold it close to you
and remember.

Whisper her tale
In the ears of your daughters.
Warn them.

A hainted heart is a terrible thing.
Tell them not to piddle
With their hearts.
Tell them
Not to ever let go.

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Copyright © ©Regina Moore, AvrgBlkGrl. 2008 to 2018. No part of this material may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical, electronic, or used in any other fashion without the expressed prior written permission of the owner. This manuscript is specifically written for Lush Stories.

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