my heart, with a red string

there aren't many things that are original-
generally, i stand unimpressed by
your magical thinking.
it's nothing like magic.
even fireflies have more fire in their belly.

my words, too, are merely
echos of this, or the other.
some phrase that tied itself around
my heart with a red string.
i litter the ground, coughing red strings.

but, it was the first snow.
garbage bags glittered clean
we are pure, woven into royal tapestry
my heart, too, encased in the thinnest gold.
finally safe, with magic in my caves.