Hemlocked Heart

August’s raging heat dried my wildflowers out,
Fire bloomed beneath the mountain of clouds.

Desperation drained my blood to fill lakes.
I learned a fresh form of shriveled heartbreak

For myself, my wilted time, laments grew loud
Until all that was left was rotten seeds of doubt

If I ever really was who I once knew, the girl
The myth, the darling, the taming of a fool.