Heavy titanium; Your chest is a submarine holding inside it the combusting barbed wire you keep wound around your heart. Without it would it all unravel? A violent explosion ripping you from the inside out. You hold this grenade in your chest and that's why it gets hard to breath. That is why I treat every second like it matters as much as a year.
Who knows when my heart will be no more, If my lungs aren't holding it back. If my teeth aren't grit and my lips not pursed closed what shrapnel will come flying out? Holding in hurt so tightly that my tongue has become as sharp as blackberry thorns.
Yet I swallow those very thorns. I swallow the grenade everyday even when the pin drops.I sink deeper and implode where no one can hear. Let the predators of the ocean in my mind eat away at my rotting corpse. Let my skeleton become a fossil fit for architects to find. May they find the bones of a drowning mind and call them beautiful. Let the pearlescent white be pure, purer than my deteriorated heart could ever be.
