I can hear it beating
From it's box on the shelf
Tucked away in shadow
I can hear it breaking
Drowning
Its cracks mending with ice
Frozen in time
I can hear it calling
Everywhere I go
Its sounds memorized
Echoed and repeated
I can hear it searching
Even when I run
I hide
I close my door and throw away the key
I can hear it
Its in my smile
Its in my hair
Its in my hands
I can hear it breaking