derelict heart

and as you stare into the face on the other side of the mirror, you can't help but wonder if what you dreamt is true. "is my heart really hanging on a thread?". the reflection gives no answer to the question that keeps surfacing in your sea of thoughts. you tried almost every trick in the book to keep it underwater. gasping for air again. the twitching muscles kept together by a glimmer of hope. hope it can regenerate. hope the tissues can hold for a little longer. hope you're not left with a hole inside your chest. they say it's impossible to remove a heart without breaking ribs. hope you're not the first.