sometimes I imagine myself
deep in the ventricles of your
heart, a small figure planted
in flesh, and I gingerly touch
the walls, where everything
seems so raw, I whisper that
I am so sorry, and you absorb
my apologies. B u t
I am just another echo, a heart
murmur, that is exactly what i
am, a heart murmur.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
sometimes I imagine myself
deep in the ventricles of your
heart, a small figure planted
in flesh, and I gingerly touch
the walls, where everything
seems so raw, I whisper that
I am so sorry, and you absorb
my apologies. B u t
I am just another echo, a heart
murmur, that is exactly what i
am, a heart murmur.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
