Apone
Thud – hiss – thud – thump
My wheezing heart bumps bumps
stutters and shutters
half frozen on chocked blood.
But it beats – beats –
but it beats still.
Life a live shadow
sleek in velvet darkness
soaked in clots – it beats.
My poor heart hopes
to stay beating
to keep pumping
to reside inside.
It does not yet see –
does not know yet –
the utter hopelessness of hope.
We, my heart and me –
cannot survive the
Last screaming thump
thump
hiss
