Heart Escape

So I was doing some home tailoring and cut my thumb, which led to that kind of disquieting throbbing as all the blood pumped to the wound. That made me imagine that my heart, seeing the tiniest opening through which it could exit, was trying to escape its place in the body of someone whose hopeless romanticism had exposed it to so much pain and put it through so much ridiculousness.

Heart, I get you. But you’re staying.

Bonus Question!

Best Heart song?

“Barracuda”. Which I remember first hearing in the Charlie’s Angels movie when I was a little kid.