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
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.’
Daily Post: Premature