Heart Maker
"Crafting a heart or
fixing one is complex.
Emotions and memories
like when warmth
spread through the body
when a favourite song turns on
or standing in the rain
letting tears mix
as they fall to the pavement
had to entwined with muscle or risk
the feeling of restraint
when the heart thumped
trying to create the perfect lub dub sound.
The art of heart making
is filled with the same
four walls and stale air and solitude.
The electricity pulse
within the stomach
will never fully unattached
itself as the knowledge of failure
will hang around your neck like a noose.
As if you fail the heart you tried to craft
or fix will turn to ashes
and that person, now missing a heart
will feel the death of it.
A cold as sharp as ice will travel
through the blood stream until
the brain is left frozen
and they will sleepwalk
through the years they have left."
The Heart Maker said, welding goggles
parched on his head
as he looked at the young girl
who entered the shop
asking for an apprenticeship.
"Are you still sure
you are up to the task."
He continued and
the girl nodded.
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