Here’s a poem I’ve written based off our monthly poetry prompt; it was pretty sponnatious, but I’ve found that’s where my best poetry comes from. Enjoy ❤

CW: Mentions of blood

The heart is a funny thing.

Some days it thumps steady in my chest

fluttering about

chattering away

I couldn’t catch it if I tried

and I’m not sure if I want to. Why

would I want 

to stifle this adrenaline?

Some years it sinks like a stone

slumped among the sludge

the rocks of a deep lake, or even

ocean

farther than I thought I could ever go

farther than I think I can

recover from

Some months it creaks away like an old record player

singing old songs

skipping over the same lyrics

over and over and over—

I flip a switch, brush away the tears and the dust

play right, I demand

It creaks away

singing, singing, soaring

over and over and over and over—

Some moments it freezes

I can’t breathe—

I can’t think—

Some moments my heart is ice and glass and fairy dust

but not the pretty kind.

Sometimes my heart wants to shatter

and I want to shatter with it

But if I shatter the pieces will fly everything

and cut everyone

and their hearts will crack

and I will become nothing more

than a freezer

That’s a funny image.

I demand myself to laugh.

I put up a sign, wrapping my heart in a thick black coat

Ignoring the cracks and the beads of blood sliding 

against my fingers

I can’t become a freezer.

That would be strange.

That would be a bother to deal with.

“Heart’s thumping away just fine.

Thanks for stopping by.“