Paper Cut Eyes

Indigenous beat

Indigenous beat

Won't you crack open my chest,

put a finger on my beating heart.

I just need you closer,

so close the distance that keeps us apart.

Lull me to sleep,

to the beat at your fingertips.

That indigenous beat,

only you seem to know.

Hold onto my heart,

it's safer with you.

Sew up my empty chest,

carefully, like you'd do with art.

Each stitch a little closer,

one more step to recovery

With an empty chest,

maybe I could heal,

to the point where I could actually handle being me.