the magician

it was too late
when I found out
she was made all out of
detonators & plastic explosives
and that I had held her
too close 
for too long
now 
I find myself blown 
into bits
left picking up 
scattered pieces
& holding my heart
in disengaged hands
here is only a ghost 
of a former 
self
nothing
but a trick 
for the eyes
projected thru 
this deep fog
with smoke 
& mirrors.