It Isn't Over

Tue, 04/22/2014 - 11:02 -- CJP001

 

There is nothing

like the buzzing

of your own heart

in your own ears.

Nothing greater

nothing worse

only dissonant

rhythmic changes

as you rise

and fall.



The pound

pound

pound

of pulse

breaking through

innocent

blue veins,

coaxing a response

out of limp,

lifeless wrists.



You scratch,

nothing but swift,

apathetic strokes

while knives

slice pomegranates

too full

too excited

to resist

spilling everything.



One inch

is one state

two miles

of thousands

on the map

but the key

camouflages

the most convenient

escape routes.



If you want to

touch

and feel,

find refuge,

be alive:

fight with the dirty deckhands,

throw your hands up,

let it be.

Comments

CJP001

I wrote this while tangled up in a battle between my heart and my brain. My whole body, really. There are elements of heartbreak and depression woven into it. A longing for normalcy and fresh breath.

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