For MJK

I shiver in
The noon day sun,
My shattered heart
Held together
By the ice
Creeping relentlessly
From my core
To my limbs;
"You must have hope,"
The doctor said,
"You must not
Give up
Or surrender
To the darkness
Stalking your soul.
For I know that
So many treatments
Exist to help you
Survive
This frightening diagnosis!"
It was obvious
That the doctor
Did not know
That I had already died
Just hours ago,
Because my reason for living
Had walked away
Into the morning mists
After cruelly telling me
I was too old,
Too fat,
Too boring
To waste one more moment
Of his life
With me.
Now, abruptly,
My anger threatens
To thaw my frozen spirit
And I feel my apathy
Falling away
As I begin to plot
How best to serve up
A generous serving of
Revenge,
The kind that can only come
From the mind and heart
Of a scorned woman,
And I realize that
The first course
Will simply be
To focus on surviving
Because I want my heart back!