I'm not sure
what my
heart
would even
sound like.
Crumpling metal?
It just
hides
when someone
calls it beautiful.
It wonders
who will cause
another car crash
and then turn
away from it.
Me this time, or me?
All the nurses
I’ve ever known
have told me
the ER floods
on a full moon
night.
It always
starts out
ordinarily.
A car accident.
An overdose.
A baby
weeks early.
A hand
pulled away
too late.
Then, the crazy
things come,
like a shoeless
stroll down a
dark street
in cloudy states.
The worst case
of sleep deprivation
they’ve ever seen.
An attempt at
collecting shards
while wearing
a blindfold.
A desperate
spell cast
for desire
gone terribly
wrong.
A senseless game
of cold moon
roulette.