When the harmonies in my ears died
I thought that the rhythm of my heart had simply fallen into
syncopated stutters of a life yet to begin.
So I waited for my pulse to settle back
into the familiar one-and-two-and that they said was
normal for a boy my age.
But then the wind whispered hollow through
the cracks in my skin like
stone.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 3:17 AM UTC
When the harmonies in my ears died
I thought that the rhythm of my heart had simply fallen into
syncopated stutters of a life yet to begin.
So I waited for my pulse to settle back
into the familiar one-and-two-and that they said was
normal for a boy my age.
But then the wind whispered hollow through
the cracks in my skin like
stone.