A poem by
Hattie Rickwood
Her Ticking Heart
I once knew a girl who had a heart
Like a ticking clock, counting down the
Endless hours that fell between now
And then, when she would take it out
To check the time and I would watch its
Pulmonary pulsating hands tick
Round and round, the sound of blood clogged cogs
Forever churning, forever whirring
In my mind, waiting for time
To wind them down.
That girl now is gone, but her heart?
Her heart ticks on.
Hattie
Rickwood
(any pronouns)
Hattie Rickwood is an English and Creative writing student at the University of Warwick. Their poetry often explores themes of mental health and the natural world, and they have previously been published by Boundby.