The Noise

A Poem by anaisbelieve

my heart does not hear me anymore
the noise resides in a hidden corner
beating pleading
come out of it
my heart is coughing rhetoric
pretending eloquence, consequence
the dangerous lie of balance
see, it does not even know me
manipulator of beats
i had a second opinion on
the first. his voice losing its
language in the dark. his voice
stretched and slung in a cast
sign it for me.
beats. beats.
i used to feel creeped out by
the vagueness of humanity that
pulsation caused me to be aware of
now concave, gravely, inspecting
under the chest
the noise resides in a hidden corner
beating pleading
come out of it.
beats beats
please me