pittering pattering my heart is going
it beats bright red blood through my veins, giving me life
blooming bright red blood i see my life in my hands, on my wrists, running down my legs
it travels all over me painting me in life
pittering and pattering that is the sound my heart is making
pittering pattering my anxiety is going
ticking ticking only ever increasing, only making things louder
louder, louder, getting possessive, getting controlling
i can't see anything anymore
everything is dark
there is no colour
i can only hear
i can only feel
i can only do
the skin is rougher now
the screaming and cruel words are louder now
each one a separate stab, a separate gash, a separate-
pittering pattering my heart is going
it's going
going
g
o
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n
g
pittering
and
pattering
my heart slowly stops going
