my heart: a pendulum
beating knocking
thumping slamming
in my broken ribcage
my sight: a cloud
that fades in and out
in out in out in out
of perspective
my hearing: a clock
tick tock tick tock
counting each
dragging second
she whimpers
my body: a snake
slithering through
and in her slender
waist and thighs
my hands: a traveler
running up down left
right and in circles
and under and above
my head: a dancer
swirling the vision of
'her' with the graceful
kind of sour limes...
...that i'd really like to be with now
- cade
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Ribcage
Poetry❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014
