The Overeager Heart.

Drums play poker across her chest,

Her anticipation tighter than a macabre vest

With sudden approximation she sees others,

An orchestra of distant sisters and brothers,

Her boom inside said “Why do you not bother?”

The concussive force acidifying her cause,

Stilled forever in frightened pause

Her heart grew in anticipation,

Until she was crushed

Under its magnification.


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  1. I love this drawing, and your words are so clear.

    Liked by 1 person

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