Drabble #43 – Fingers drumming down
your skin (shaking up your heart)
Hey, your heart has its eyes closed. Should I make a ruckus? I
bet you want someone on the straight path to success but
I’ll be crooked. Tortured me poised, I’ll show you
your crimes, I’ll mix you up. Push me hard into the
sunset; you’ll only burn and I’ll glitter across
the horizon. But why are you being distant? You’re a bit
blue these days. Come, tie your shoelaces and run with me. How
does it feel to live for yourself? The diamonds shaking across
your skin, they’re free to shimmer through your hair and
trace the patterns plotted on your skin.