you carved your name in my heart
like bark on a tree
the outer layer crumbling to pieces
within me
etched out in beautiful cursive
on the smooth surface
it beats like a cassette tape
on repeat
it warms my hypothermic body
like heat to an icy windshield
in mid december
its liquids spill onto the floor
so sugary bitter
like mother's sweet tea
it pounds on my chest
like an 19th century door knocker
it knock knock knocks
and never rests
