We were playing catch. It would seemed like such a childish but simple game. But we were playing with my heart. The ground beneath us was shaking. Our legs felt like jelly and our heads pounded. But we still tried to keep my heart from falling. Back and forth. Back and forth. My heart got roughed up a bit, with the sharp nails and tight clutches, grabbing at it. Nothing can hurt me. It won't fall. It won't fall. The blood of the heart was staining our hands and wrists. Our throats were closing up and at one point we were arguing. We were at each other's throats, screaming and yelling, who was right and who was wrong we will never know. Our shoulders and arms ached. Our body throbbed. Our hands slipped. The heart fell.
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Every thing and Nothing
PoetryEvery thought and small parts of a book I'm writing:)
