FEELINGS

I felt your heart once (back

in January, on a Friday

and it was cold).

I wanted to warm my icy

fingers, so I plunged

my left hand deep

inside your chest.

It was hard,

at first, to push through bone

and break. Until

the warmth filled

the crevices of my hold.

My ring finger felt flesh first,

gooey, sticky but you

always smelt so sweet.

Vibrations of you tickled

the tips and I let out a laugh.

Shocked,

that someone could invade you,

like I had

but,

I couldn’t stop. I -

I was too involved

(in too deep?)

I wriggled my fingers, my new eyes.

Clumsily clasping at your vascular,

fiddling to grasp hold

of your slimy sweet sorrow.

Your gaze did not falter. Falling

deeper inside, elbow deep into

your chest. Your heart

beat almost in protest

(at the invasion)

and stopped.

Silent.

Like mine has always been.

I squeezed

and it crumbled

(with a

sigh

of relief,

into an ashy mound)

an

hourglass –

replacing - where

your heart used to beat.