this beating.

okay…
hello?
is someone drumming on my skull
or deep within my rib cage
because it hurts in there
bad
and i can’t decide if i want
towering ceilings
or cured cement floors
or if i’d prefer carpet
and plushness
and other sorts of niceties that come with things like yards
grass
flowers
and places to walk.
but then i’d be cookie-cutter
and i don’t like cookies.
i prefer truffles
and icing – but not cake
and i enjoy flowers more
when they are in a vase
on a table
looking both out of place and at home.
so, drummer, stop drumming please
because my heart feels like it is going to
E
X
P
L
O
D
E


Soon.