The Racer

My heart is a racer.

It craves warmth

And dives headfirst into the candlelight 

Jumping

Jumping through the flames

Of this sea.

It leaves my mind behind

Struggling to keep up

And by the time it arrives it is

Too late

The flames went out

Leaving the heart shivering in the cold

And covered in burns.

“Next time,” it says

“I will run a marathon

And keep to your pace.”

My mind smiles and takes it home.


But my heart is a racer

And it craves warmth.


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