20/9/2018 0 Comments cage it.(Poem) Just before my heart sleeps, I’ll remember of how it used to drop. A splatter so messy, It’d make slipping off its tray. Pearly walls ran with my blood. Clumsy I was when I walked. Tripping over everything and everyone. Silky and slimy, It fumbled from my grip. Gluing between my fingers. Palpating rhymes of, You are such a fool to love again, And How could you have let someone new drop in? Strong but stubborn, This heart of mine, Still pumped love. Icky and squishy it was, When lifting it up. I’d have to peel off necklaces of lint. Whoosh… whoosh… I’d blow the dirt it befriend. So many people we tripped over, My heart and I. So many lessons we’ve learnt. Finally, carrying her in a padded cage. Key shredded so finely, past sand. Safe she is now. Hanging from my head.
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