Dollhouses & War

The first attempt at proper poetry and the next and the next.
"Not a tea stain, but a rain stain,"
"Does my heart tangle like headphones in a pocket?"
"...mascara tears registers exhilaration under rapid music beats. "
"Love is the only blood we will bleed as / Together we fall into a rainstorm."


19. Beating Hearts


I am looking at a beating heart.

A flickering dancer that leaps and trails, 

and changes under my own hand. 

I control this.

I choose this.


Swift when immersed in stimulants,

when you are around,

and slow when in depressants, 

when you are not. 


I am the master.

For so many hours at least. 

Until running legs creates a yawning distance,

and rests my own heart

like sleeping stones.


I am looking at the beating heart, 

and its a dancer waiting to dance

on dangling strings. 


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