The Heart Tree
By Maddi Fuller
A big beating heart, connected to the surroundings by red vines.
It beats, the vines shake with every ba-dum.
The shadow it casts is of a tree.
A baby blanket hangs on the heart.
Run down nature covered buildings,
reclaimed by the environment around them.
I see my dad, sitting at a pristine table with a cup of coffee.
“Have you changed?” I ask,
The heart’s home is humid, disgustingly so.
The heart ever so slightly—