Thump

Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.

In the darkness,
It echoes.

Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.

Silent yet deafening.
Moist.

Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.

Trapped.
Closed in.

Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.

Safe.
Stored.

Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.

A secret treasure.
One not to be shared.

Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.


For safe keeping, my heart should be placed in a jar and stored on a shelf.

For no matter how many times I piece it back together, I never hesitate to hand it off to unsteady hands or to drop it myself. Sometimes return it to the same hands that have once before dropped it. If not more.

Always,
Ophelia.