stop beating, stop breathing

You trace my veins from my wrist to my palm, and I swear my whole body is screaming to my heart:

“stop beating”.

I hold my breath,

until your fingers wrap around mine and I can focus again.

And I would do it over

and over again.

I would slow my heart and hold my breath,

just to feel your fingers on my wrist and your lips on the back of my neck.