But then
One day; it just, stopped working
Properly.
It continued to beat, the four chambers
But
It cracked
The movement staccato
Offbeat
And
It hurt.
Like hell.
The damage never repaired.
Thoroughly.
Muscle grew over scar.
Tough but tissue soft
Underneath it all.
Still
Still.
The air was caught
Erroneously
Beneath her breast
Bone
But
She breathed
Lungs filled with the strength of a thousand loves
Emotions staggered within tracts
Though
Lost
Ever to be found
Again.
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.