One day; it just, stopped working
It continued to beat, the four chambers
The movement staccato
The damage never repaired.
Muscle grew over scar.
Tough but tissue soft
Underneath it all.
The air was caught
Beneath her breast
Lungs filled with the strength of a thousand loves
Emotions staggered within tracts
Ever to be found
And so she played her poker face
Long before some chick made it a song.
*tract - a major passage in the body, large bundle of nerve fibers, or other continuous elongated anatomical structure or region.