It just feels for a moment as if my heart is gone from my chest
And all at once my body is silent and I am scared to death
When a sudden enthusiastic thud fills my ribcage and then all is fine again
How queer
How cruel
To leave me all at once for a second and then come back beating heavily like you ran from wherever you went back to my chest
How dare you?
You have one job
To beat and make listening to my brain harder to do
Two jobs.
Just two.
But again it feels like every part of my body is coming up for maintenance too soon
Like they wore out too fast
I’m waiting for an upgrade but I’ve heard that’s improbable at best
So heart
Or do I treat it nice like
Aw heart
Just do your jobs please
Stop scaring me at random
I’m hoping to stick around to see what I can see
Sometimes it’s pretty
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