Tuesday, April 17, 2012

it is not arithmetic.







there is a demon in his chest
crawling through the ventricles
lurking in the arteries, waiting

waiting for the moment, when
the pulse quickens and sparks
his eyes grow dark, absent light

the light dims,  then flickers out
its blackness smothering the air
inhabiting his skeleton, licking his heart

his heart will thrash and quiver
stopping and gasping, long before
his features will return, to see the dawn



© 4.17.12 heather brager

2 comments:

  1. Definitely not arithmetic - this is very elegantly raw with chiselled benefits - the character of the write comes through with passion quietly indenting the armor of love, of observation, of perspective - love the way feeling emotes crisply, even as the palpable spirit of heart thickens inbetween the lines as well as in slightly cunning aftershocks - great write Heather, rather ticking monolith...lisaxx

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  2. Thank you, Lisa. We like to think that everything is calculated... but life is organic. H.

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