Mrs Hock Released Dec 11, 2010
I breathe you in
like others breathe in air
with every step I take
you subside into my bones,
my veins,
my everything
You infect my heart
devour, consume and swallow it
what you spit out again
cannot be called
a heart
and with every thingbeat
you spread through my body
in every little drop of blood
settle in with me
until I’m a wreck
a mere skeleton
filled with you
and only you
and my soul
crumpled and dead on the floor
  • Fredwatford-1411949
    "and with every thingbeat
    you spread through my body..."

    Mm. That right there is a powerful line. I like the rest of the poem but those two got me right there in the Thing.
    Dec 11, 2010
  • 398701_3161413672617_1183570614_3499326_1022730150_n
    I agree with seldelaterre. Those lines capture that feeling that something other than heart-warmed blood is being circulated through your veins. Something numbing (which is why "thing" is a good word choice).
    Dec 11, 2010
  • Img_6063b
    Thanks so much for the hearts and nice comments <3
    Dec 12, 2010
  • Img_6063b
    Thanks for the hearts - it means a lot <3
    Dec 13, 2010
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