this stupidly honest muscle,
pulling at its own strings, rapidly, like
puppets, almost, without control and lose
and scared
the warm of the sheets and
dark of the night
resonating so beautifully
wasn't it so fast, loud
i can't hear a thing
other than the pulsing static
everywhere my blood can reach
in the black i lie there
shaking to a heartbeat
and the silence drives me crazy
can't hear beyond my skin and bones
i lie awake and ask myself
how many times
did you just lie there
listening to the rabbit heartbeat in my chest?
and i ask myself
how many times
did you know, you were the cause?
...
(i'll bleed out like this
but how many times
did your heart race, just like mine?)
