Frozen time feels like a heartbeat

Quickly the time passes

A beat, or two

You can never really tell

Sometimes I hear three beats

Others I hear none

Until one day, a rhythm appeared.

Not the normal crotchet rhythm

This new, different

A crotchet

A quaver

A semiquaver

A demisemiquaver

The drum gets faster

The heartbeat speeds up

My lungs grasp onto passing breath

Like a kid in a candy shop

I want more air

I NEED more air

Until I don’t.

My lungs are no longer grasping for air

I feel revived

Or I would, if I was alive.