A fist and a heart clenched in.
A fist wrapped around a heart
in a killing grip.
Squeezing the life out
How did I get here?
Without even knowing it
There’s not enough blood sustaining it
There’s something squeezing the life out of me.
So many things.
Don’t even know them by their name.
What a life…..
Half a life.
Pumping to half of its capacity
“be free, breathe, change” they hail
But how can I when there’s this
Killer fist dripping my blood
out of my veins?
“change, change” but they walk by,
With a sigh and half of a grin.
And I’m still here under this grip
That chokes the life out of me.
I cannot breathe and my heart
can’t even have a whole of a beat,
maybe the next would be the last.