creative writing
My heart was changing unwillingly.
Bass boomed through my breast plate to my loyal heart.
I pressed hard on my chest,
like a victim in the midst of Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation.
I fight to continue staring ahead and not to move back.
This is where you--
when we--
where I--
When my life was altered permanently and unwillingly.
The words were permeating the marrow protecting my vitals.
You’re...
