Someone said I'll know love when my heartbeat changes,
Becomes your-name-your-name-your-name
And it did.
Except, when it speeds up,
Skips,
Makes the sky go black,
It's his-name-his-name-his-name-his-name-his-name-his-name
And I know how it feels to be careful,
Lest I go mad,
Lest he hear his name from beneath the floorboards.
And, try as I might,
I can't beat the pounding in my ears,
In my chest,
When it feels like he's you,
In this room,
Behind a velvet curtain,
Just under the water
Where I've drowned every day
Since that night
And every time you look into my eyes.
Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work forthcoming or appearing in a variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. Juliette can be reached on her website or across social media.
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