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Heartbeat

Keep it beating.

By Namrata :)Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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The beat of the drums are in sequence with her heart. Let's pull her apart. Drop the base and drum real slow, watch her fall vulnerably to the floor. Her heart is weak, no drums to beat it. Let's pull her apart. Turn the stereo down, her breaths are real loud. Quiet the noise, let's listen to her. She whispers through her gasps for air. Whispers the secrets kept in her pockets. The pockets of the pants that don't feel like hers. Whispers the secrets kept in the thread. The thread that lines the sweater that she stole. Stole from the man who ripped it off her. Violently like the beat of the drums on that heavy metal song.

The drumming keeps her heart beating

The drumming keeps her heart beating

The drumming keeps her heart beating

When it's silent, she is reminded of the white noise she heard when that man started to strip her of her poise.

When it's silent, she is reminded of the black vision she had when that man filled her mouth with a bottle of gin.

When it's silent, she is reminded of when she felt grey, she had seen when that man became one of prey.

When it's loud, she forgets.

Turn the volume up, blow the stereo, put her together, let's hear the drumming of that song that keeps her heart beating.

sad poetry
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Namrata :)

just wanna be heard

ig: nxmrata

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