A Few New Tasty Metal Jams to Spread on Your Toast

You have to keep the demon inside pacified, right?

Since that day you dug it up,
my peridot heart, prising it from
basaltic womb where land
and sea collide,
its sharp green flicker has been
fading.

A dull orange shell crusting around
where you you once wiped the still-
warm earth from its angular faces.
Now it wastes away, too fragile
for human keeping, it crumbles
back into the natal dirt.

I always knew this would happen
ever since I saw its mineral gleam
tied with a ribbon around your laughing throat.
You wore it so well,
Your eyes reflected its dancing glimmer,
And I was enchanted anew.

But the light always fades,
the crystal always cracks
And I lose you, like all the others.

This heart of mine, forged
in the stomach of this earth
under fire and weight married into form,
it erodes so quickly at
the surface.

Reminding me that at the core
I am nothing
but a rotting gemstone,
and that permanence
is just an illusion.