4.29

4.29

hello, heart

I asked my heart to speak,

but all it did was beat

like a foot against the ground.

I can stomp my heart

like I stomp my feet.

when I don’t tread carefully,

I step in glass and bleed.

a foot has a sock to wrap itself in.

a heart has nothing but hope.

 

 

 

 

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