Feb
16
party animal
heart
sits in mouth
and
barely beating
i swallow it down
to get stuck in the pipes
and eroded by acid
and there is no hole big enough now
to fit it in
or calm it down
or hold it gently
don’t smash it out
don’t beat it up
don’t even touch
it sits there
swollen and bruised
by the very memory of you
how easily one can forget
when the party’s over
and you are not the injured party
and you are not the one who has to care
has to live
most days
with the weight
dragging me down
and you tell me which cause to celebrate
but this is not your head
this is not your heart
this is not your hurt
any more
apparently
you dropped it in the mud
with me
my dear.
