Viva la Vida: In my next life

My bloody heart is trapped in your shrine,

no longer do hummingbirds reside

in my chest, but under a tombstone painted

with the words Viva la Vida:

in my next life.

You are the corset

that denies me breath, my swaddle

of thorns, causing me pain

with each draw.

Joy fills me at the thought of carving

you from my breast, sending jolts

of caffeine through my veins.

When that day comes,

I will rise and fly

into the azul