Later that night
she listened to the beating of
her own heart.
It sounded weird,
she said. Like raindrops
on her metal roof.
She laid her head on
her yellow pillow. Have
I always been this sad,
she wondered.
And her heartbeat
was in tune
Always
Always
Always.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
Later that night
she listened to the beating of
her own heart.
It sounded weird,
she said. Like raindrops
on her metal roof.
She laid her head on
her yellow pillow. Have
I always been this sad,
she wondered.
And her heartbeat
was in tune
Always
Always
Always.
