Heart is ricocheting off my ribs
ribs are shaking vigorously
vigorously hoping for it to stop
stop the vibrating of my core please
please pause so I can take a breather
breather doesn't last long enough
enough is enough I say
say something it's your turn to speak Heart
Heart won't listen to my words
words in my mouth think maybe
maybe it's for the best if Heart ceases to beat
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoésieBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
