a heart
march 13th 2025 8:35 PM ︎
It jumps under my fist when I knock on it’s door.
Lumping my fears into strength, my fingers row forward
Pumping, pumping my knuckles onto its skull
while I ask “What happened?” “Why won’t you let me in?”
It reverberates: “Well, sometimes someone…” and “One time, someone…” Thump thump, thump thump
Is it doing this on its own or are these echoes of my drumming?
I dig my heels into the ground and pull-
It gives and bleeds an opening.
It smells like damp wood, a church basement, the holy moss
- Oh, and it creaked.
I opened up the door to my heart and it creaked!
Since when?
Has it really been this long since I’ve last oiled the hinges?
What about cracking the windows, letting in air-
had I even done that?
This temple used to blow everyone in…
There were flocks and flocks.
When did I become the sort of shrine that needs sealing?
When did this become the kind of body that locks floors?
And now I hear it humming again, this time from the inside
And I’m certain it’s not an echo, but a response:
“Well, sometimes, someone…”
“One time, someone…”
It jumps under my fist when I knock on it’s door.
Lumping my fears into strength, my fingers row forward
Pumping, pumping my knuckles onto its skull
while I ask “What happened?” “Why won’t you let me in?”
It reverberates: “Well, sometimes someone…” and “One time, someone…” Thump thump, thump thump
Is it doing this on its own or are these echoes of my drumming?
I dig my heels into the ground and pull-
It gives and bleeds an opening.
It smells like damp wood, a church basement, the holy moss
- Oh, and it creaked.
I opened up the door to my heart and it creaked!
Since when?
Has it really been this long since I’ve last oiled the hinges?
What about cracking the windows, letting in air-
had I even done that?
This temple used to blow everyone in…
There were flocks and flocks.
When did I become the sort of shrine that needs sealing?
When did this become the kind of body that locks floors?
And now I hear it humming again, this time from the inside
And I’m certain it’s not an echo, but a response:
“Well, sometimes, someone…”
“One time, someone…”