fishbowl heart

The moment the humming stopped 

my heart squeezed out the fishbowl of my chest, 

relieved to be in a bigger room.  

The noise in there had been unbelievable -- 

bones crunching like metal, 

the high screech of unfulfilled dreams 

swirling around. 

The heart had been yelling for release, 

but only came out as a beat beat 

pushing the body forwards, 

always, 

leaving things behind-