Poetry Tuesday: "I Dropped My Heart"

Ana Altenburg

I dropped my heart into the bottom of a well.

I heard the echoing silence as it fell

And fell and fell.

And finally, a sickening splash

Ringing off stones back up to where I stood,

Head peering over into the darkness,

Imagining I could see the outline of a dark silhouette

Lost in shadows and ripples.

As I straightened I felt lighter,

Which I suppose is natural when you’ve suddenly relinquished yourself of an organ.

No more pulse to hammer through my wrists,

Only a slight tremor in the water so far below

As my heart beat away at the bottom of a well.

 

Ana is a writer and poet living in New York City. She likes Brooklyn but hates hipsters.