Julianna May

I can feel the blood

Pump-pumping

To the tips of my toes.

Each beat filling my veins,

Flooding my brain.

I can feel it in the cartilage

Of my ears.

Even, in the small skin

Covering my eyes.

Pump. Pump.

Beat. Beat.

Every beat fills my lungs

With air.

Every breath fills my body

With life.

Necessary to survive.

Sustenance to thrive.

Throb-throbbing.

Never stopping.

But, why can’t I feel

My heart

Beat-beating

Whenever you’re near?