Anatomical Heart

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by _archives__

by _archives__

A glance over the shoulder, a feeling from miles away. A grip on the anatomical heart that doesn't ease.

"I'm just trying to breathe."

Hands on the glass that don't ever quite match. I keep looking back. I keep turning towards the sun, but the shadows aren't quite falling behind me.

My hair falls in my face with curls that haven't been around in years. Hands on my eyes, trying to block out the sun, it's hurting me. I keep squinting while I'm driving around trying not to look at it.

My head hurts. My eyes hurt. My heart hurts.

Hands between the sheets, glow of the stars looking back at me. "I told you, I'm just trying to breathe."

A blank canvas holding the galaxy, slipping in and out of reality. "This is real life. Not a rehearsal."

I just can't seem to shake this feeling. The anatomical heart just beats, and beats, and beats.

It never just ... eases.