my heart bleeds
but it doesn't hurt
it only hurts at two am
when no one can hear my cries

my heart soars
up into my throat
beating, pounding, against muscle
and flesh that reddens in the heat

my heart hurts
at two am
it doesn't cry like a baby in a crib
it cries like a lady rinsing at the sink

my heart sinks
when it has nowhere else to go
it knows no other direction
but down, south, down, south

my heart trembles
like a building shaking in the aftershocks
dust falling into the mouths
of shrieking corpses