HEART MURMURS

Tick, tock, tick, tock
I hear the heart muscle
resonating within the
cavities of my chest.

Stirring, brewing, manufacturing
a faint ache
a dull needle
pricking underneath
the folds of my skin.

Alarmed by the foreign stab
accosting the middle of my anatomy
the clock quickens its rhythm,

shshshshs -
stifle the whimper
lest
the beast know
I am awake.

Disappearing in the midst of the atmosphere
my life force evaporates
melting into the ceiling,
midnight blinds my vision.

Tick, tock, tick, tock
My heart is still beating
Tick, tock, tick, tock
I’m still alive.



© Emerian Mordrige 1997-2003 Email: Emerian13@aol.com