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.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoesíaThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.
