the shallow, empty cavity of your chest:

it's been a long time since that steady

beat has sung to those ivory bars.

they've grown weary and brittle in the

absense of such an eloquent melody.

the tongue grows limp, the vibrance of

words have been swallowed. it turns the

stomach from the sweetness of each syllable.

all your organs become fugitives, leaving you empty.

oh, how easy it would be to crush you.