You arrived too early,

at the point when my heart

could only shudder not flutter.

So unused to feeling anything

besides the grinding of pieces

forcing themselves to fit

into places grown too small.

 

Instead of heat pooling somewhere deep

there was fire along my hairline

inside the back of my skull,

with some primordial lesson still drumming

in the shadows of my DNA.

 

 

A tempo of hammering,

lungs creasing and collapsing

feet turned to lead still beating

with the panic of my pulse

as I let the miles run out of count

beneath me.

 

Catching my breath was a year long exericse

which when marked

only came up with a half score

of ‘could do better if she applied herself’

and ‘doesn’t seem to really understand

the subject matter discussed.’

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Daily Post: Premature