Fragile knocks against her protector
My little heart is frightened
Is the newcomer friend or foe?
The angel of haemoglobin
She knows her chambers are hollow, no blood beats
Empty atrium
In fear that the blood will drown her
The one that controls it all, is so far
Cardiovascular control centre
The messenger curves around them both
Nerve impulses
Sending letters back and forth
The SAN becomes wild
Breathe in.
...
She waits
No response.
She chokes
Where was her saviour?
She dies
...
Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
And that was the story of the little heart, who wasn’t connected with her brain, the blood cheated her. And she died a horrid death, isolated from all organs; her friends, her family.
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Mammoth Book of Poetry
PoetryMy collection of randomly written poems. Some maybe insightful, others maybe plain random, some may not even make sense. But nevertheless enjoy!
