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Heart Rate

A Poem by A. Hannah

A woman finds herself dangling blind.

It's like a battered drum, drumming, drumming, drumming,
Pounding my tympanic like a crazed baboon
Sharply crushing my ears with each thrum
Disjointed, disappointed

I cannot see
I feel them ripping
I feel myself slipping

Words, quiet and forceful
Sharp and decisive-against my neck-a threat

Terror, a trickle, a tremor, a whimper.
My knees would fall were it not the ropes withholding my spinal collapse.

This darkness
This veil
Revealing the color of terror and death
like rubies against diamonds, against soft fresh leather

No weight, lift, float.
Warm, wet, peaceful

© 2017 A. Hannah

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Woah, you write with intensity, I can feel the pull, the struggle and I'm drawn towards it. This write definitely got me sitting on the corner of my seat. The things that hold us together are worth falling apart for.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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4 Years Ago

Thank you so much, I try to pull emotions out of myself and into the reader. So happy you enjoyed an.. read more

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Added on January 4, 2017
Last Updated on January 4, 2017
Tags: Poem, death, heart, drum, fear, blood


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