If I had a superpower, I would
want to be the ventriloquist of hearts.
I’d want the power to latch onto others and
ail their aching hearts with a tug;
I’d want to mend their cracks with my strings.
I’d fell the greatest tyrants, and court the
purest hearts to my favor.
I’d latch onto my own, but with chains
instead of thin, frail, fragile strings;
I’d cover my heart with chains so I
could feel every palpitation that breathes
life into my vessels.
I would protect my heart with those chains
and it would be impenetrable- a
fortress of contentment in solitude,
a beacon of love that I would savor all
for myself.
