I used to stare at the heartbeat in my wrist
Pounding with all its might through my flesh
I stared at it for so many hours, days, and years
That I find my eyes still drawn to it
To the small white scar in the shape of an X
The strength of my heart, my will, pushing the shape up
Forcing my gaze, my breath, my attention
On the X that marks the spot
No comments:
Post a Comment