by Treziel Mae Mayores

Akin to the monotonous beat of the drum,

Beating, banging in my heart. 

Cacophonous yet soothing, comforting thumps

Death is irrelevant, to live means to feel your chest numb. 

Eventually succumbing to the constricting vines in the lungs.

Freedom, fleeting, freaking out!

God, why? It is caged in my ribs, buried in my flesh yet you let my 

Heart get breached by her delicate hands, violently shoving–

Inserting it in the middle of my breast! A

Joke, one big sardonic joke. To be 

Killed is to bleed, to be killed is to beg, to be killed is to 

Laugh with life’s funniest oddities served in your

Master bed. 

No. I don’t need it, NO! I don’t need it!

Over and over again, I said NO ONE can ever hear my 

Palpitating chest, this feeling that I refuse to 

Quest, quench the tears of my heart’s plead to 

Relive glee, remembering the feeling of 

Something–just something! Other than a bursting chest. Until…

Terrarium of creeping fig, bloomed exponentially 

Under my belly, forcing its way out of every hole in my body. 

Vile as it may be. I must let her see these flowers she grew off me. I

Want her to hear and feel my obstreperous, 

eXcessive, unruly heart; all the 

Yearning, unrequited yet worthy to be known, this 

Zeal of the mortal, human, and abstract fervor. 

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Treziel Mae Mayores is a poet who likes getting lost in her thoughts. She loves the rainy season but treats the sun as her muse. When she’s not busy cuddling her cat, she writes on her blog called “Ramblification.” Her works are featured in Poetry Potion, Emerge Mag, and Tap into Poetry, to name a few. She tweets on @the_meiyor.