Elucidating Questions

Do you ever wonder what hides underneath the quivering skin of the heart after you’ve beaten it shut

Nails and bolts

Chains and rust

It wasn’t pretty

Locked away

The stubborn beating thrumming away

My mind the constant

Devil’s advocate for every thing

I just hate being alone like this

But it doesn’t matter

Does it?

No.

And on it goes and on it goes

Seen doesn’t mean seen

It doesn’t mean heard

The heart’s beating must be stopped

Or this will keep getting worse.