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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