Ribcage Drummer

My heart doesn’t understand the love my ribcage has for it.

A cage of flexible protection

Bending so my heart doesn’t break

Offering structure to the fluidity of my bloodwork

Strength and scaffolding

Expansion and boundaries


My heart, constantly pounding.

Beating against my framework.

Always fighting to get out.

To jump from my chest. 

To prove to the world its strength.

To prove that it’s a fighter


Clawing artery and valve

For each and every inch of love and passion.

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