there’s a storm brewing deep inside her
rumbling like thunder in the dark,
seeking release lest it rips
right through her, tearing her
troubled soul apart,
till nothing’s left
but broken
bits of
heart
there’s a storm brewing deep inside her
rumbling like thunder in the dark,
seeking release lest it rips
right through her, tearing her
troubled soul apart,
till nothing’s left
but broken
bits of
heart
Morrighan's Muse 
What grows from a broken heart?
depends if it’s organic?
Dust to dust….right?
Either way, not a good result though, these broken hearts.