Weaker: The heart
My chest is tight
My heart beats slow
Slowly I am dying
My skin is constantly cold.
Skinny is good,
Society keeps telling me.
Skinny is bad, the truth
That my brain won’t let me see.
My heart knows the truth,
But its weaker every day.
I can’t hear the screams through
The thunder
Of my brain.
Hospitalization in my near future
Heart damage, heart failure.
I don’t want to turn out that way
My heart’s voice now a
Faint murmur.
Slower, slower
My blood is pumping
Through my heart, which in my past
Was loudly thumping.
(2013)
