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