Quiet Savage

I roll over in the night —

Under lonely, comfortless blankets —

my heart flopping gently against my lung,

wet and heavy.

It must be a sin

to feel this vital organ as if I were

tossing it, warm and rhythmic,

from hand to hand —

Aztec-style.

~LD

 

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One thought on “Quiet Savage

  1. Maybe it made you feel uncomfortable because this is what your subconscious is trying to tell you it is feeling. I thought it was very real. a little terrifying perhaps but so is life. And the heart beats on.

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