spent the day learning the electric rhythm of the heart
of ventricle and atriums, current and flow, the machine that keeps us going
how beautifully crafted a pump
so strong, so important
so easily broken
I have been in a state of asystole for so long, a state if no electrical activity, self imprisoned by cadiac arrest for crimes against intentions misunderstood
no judge would try my case, no public defender would take the bloody and worn muscle and massage it back to life
found unfit for trial, unfit for affection by a jury of my fears
my only case was was thrown out with the trash i finally believed i was, browbeaten and locked away for the semblance of life
solitary confinement, involuntary resignment, denied any hope for parole
and as she stepped into the frame, refocused my plea bargain to include one chance with her divinity, a chance to maybe make the firing squad miss
an extension, reinvention, cross examination of being found guilty of love in the first degree
drawn to her like a moth to a bonfire, only to be quartered by doubt and denial of worth
sentenced to hang, convictions floating in the breeze
the electric chair enough to restart, her high voltage running through me like a junkie
to taste that sweet high once again after falling so low
a lethal injection of hope
my cardiac arrest warrant issued, heart seized and held for questioning myself
for daring to dream, a crime punishable by death by a thousand sting rebukes
locked away and throw away the key
These electric rhythms so erratic causing gasps at the moment of ones last breath….pain, sorrow…. feelings all to close to this heart. Great write.
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