your heart is

B E A T I N G

on the shelf

(next to

belgian
chocolates

& rum)

the water has clouded
(throughout the years)

&

there is a filmy residue
lining the mason jar

attached arteries are
de com p o sing &

i swear that your heart has

grown

roots

(justpositivelyachingforanattachment)

sometimes i think you're gonna
be the next zombie who runs

on decay & lust alone

i'm sure
the undead
have no need
for a heart

but oh god iamafraid

(the word on the street is:
--hauntings scare me)

butyoucan'tbeaware
nonoyoucannotbeaware

i'll bury your heart

at your
grave

& then you won't have a
reason for eating my
flesh

& i walk to the kitchen
to destroy the lingering
evidence

& the rum on the shelf
is smashed onto the
floor

& the belgian chocolates
are lying scattered in the
trash

& your heart is not beating
as it sits on the edge of the
shelf

i
think
it
is
an
omen

mother always said that i latched onto people's hearts, but i was the only one to take that statement literally.