I took a needle
Bright and clean
And threaded it through my ventricles
Tied a knot tight
Atop my atria
And hung my heart from my wrist
It felt warm in my palm
And slippery,
Afraid of being held too long
It swung from my wrist
Like a shackle
Like an invitation
Until I hid it in my sleeves in winter time
I hung my heart at my side;
I’d never lose it
And lose it I never did
But in the wind
And when I tossed at night
Slowly it rusted. And cracked
I turned my wrist over once
Just to show you
You pulled my heart from my wrist
And in your hands
It shattered
And the line drew taught
And there I hung.
From the strands of my heart
That you held in your hands
I dangled, still in your grasp
And I hung at your side
Like a prison ball
Like a prize
Lose me,
You never will
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
I took a needle
Bright and clean
And threaded it through my ventricles
Tied a knot tight
Atop my atria
And hung my heart from my wrist
It felt warm in my palm
And slippery,
Afraid of being held too long
It swung from my wrist
Like a shackle
Like an invitation
Until I hid it in my sleeves in winter time
I hung my heart at my side;
I’d never lose it
And lose it I never did
But in the wind
And when I tossed at night
Slowly it rusted. And cracked
I turned my wrist over once
Just to show you
You pulled my heart from my wrist
And in your hands
It shattered
And the line drew taught
And there I hung.
From the strands of my heart
That you held in your hands
I dangled, still in your grasp
And I hung at your side
Like a prison ball
Like a prize
Lose me,
You never will
