I peeled open my ribs like
a citrus rind under tired thumbs—
lazily and rough.
No fires began,
no stars collapsed—
just silence,
and the wet,
and honest sound
of my own beating heart.
It didn't scream,
or stop.
It just
continued,
as if it didn't notice
how I split myself open,
just to hear
it say--
nothing new.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC
I peeled open my ribs like
a citrus rind under tired thumbs—
lazily and rough.
No fires began,
no stars collapsed—
just silence,
and the wet,
and honest sound
of my own beating heart.
It didn't scream,
or stop.
It just
continued,
as if it didn't notice
how I split myself open,
just to hear
it say--
nothing new.