Funny how often pain and loss renders the heart into a machine that pumps blood;
true, that at least, it a function it does flawlesssly,
but its capability to feel, to connect,
that fades away,
until numbness settles over it like a coat of dust over an unloved object.

I know how it feels to grieve silently, to muffle chocked sobs,
to hold a body still until pain makes it lurch back and forth.

I know the moment when a heart turns into a rock,
stuck in a chest that squeezes too tightly;
I know how lungs repel,
how it feels to keep breathing,
but feel suffocated.


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