still beating i think

don’t push me over the floor is slippery a sheen of black oil why can’t you see? the hole in the ground through the carpet my heart at the bottom still beating i think i’m trying to run legs growing heavy melting inside my skin looking over my shoulder eyes branding me dripping off the back of my head down my body under my feet head hitting the floor eyes shining black hole in your soul my heart in your fist still beating i think