the stone in my chest
sits
weighs heavy
almost cannot remember the time before
it came to lodge
it knows I am writing about it


I notice it more when thinking
like now
it knows I am writing about it

distracted, feel it there.
most of the time it just presses ever so still against my heart
not letting me forget
masking
it knows I am writing about it


the stone in my chest
grinds me up
inside out
it moves around
sinks me
it knows I am writing about it

know you are there
my little ticking time bomb
opportunist without a face
it knows I am writing about it
plotting

@journeyofdays