Aug
19
the heart still breathes
the heart still breathes
somewhere underneath
quietly
disturbing the leaves
in the forest of my chest
just for a second
like the crickets cheeping
flies buzzing
you only know if you get close
and
you can hear everything
like it was liquid
filling your ears
and trickling down your neck
pooling in your collarbone
you know
the way those tears do
and how they make you feel
like you’re underwater
screaming for help
and drowning
where is the air in this room?
because there has to be something
there has to be
because
as you might
see
the heart still breathes.
