I could hear my heart beating
as I awoke, connected to machines.
“Hurry him to the ICU. We’re losing him.”
I could hear my heart beating rapidly,
like drums at a voodoo ritual.
“Eric, what happened?! Who shot you?”
I could hear my heart beating, as if it was
inside my ear.
“Stay alive, Buddy! Follow my finger!”
I could hear my heart beating.
“Damn it, he’s flatlining. Clear!”
I can feel my heart beating
one thousand miles an hour. “Three bullet fragments
two centimeters from his heart.” I can hear everyone’s
heart beating. “Is he okay?” “Ma’am, he’s
doing fine.” She could hear my heart
beating. “Not again. Clear!”
“Come on, come on!”
“Damnit, Eric, hang on!”
I couldn’t hear my heart beating.
“Is he doing better?”
“Ma’am, sorry. But his heart stopped
And on my own rest bed, I could
hear her heart beating.