Like the bite of a thousand straight pins

Thrusting through the point

Joining letters to thoughts

And piercing already ailing and broken hearts.

Diabetically pricking fingers

In attempts to relay a message

But torturing myself with the longer I draw things out…

Every tear drops like a thousand ton weight

Beating down my breast

And crushing lifeless

The last breath in my chest.

As I gasp for breath and clench throbbing fingers

I take note and count these weeping pores

As the last sign of a once dying heart

Slowly beating its way back to life.