heartbeat


up in dead of night
i hear the fast thud
of our home’s heartbeat

walls titter coming alive
argumentatively comparing
their framed fripperies

stairs
creak and moan
for attention
..
then as my heartbeat
fills my throat i hear soft
footfalls descending…..

our evenly pulsing
walls made vibrant and
alive by us during daytime
..
come night fall
turn mysterious
gripped by shadows

I hear their heartbeat
loudly thumping
under cover of night
..
stillness of my “me” time
is thus rent by staccato
pounding of my own heartbeat

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