Flexflexflexflex. Lie still, hold your breath, and it becomes flex-thud-flex-thud-flex-thud. Keep still, and it’s flex-THUDflexTHUD.Will it to stop, and it only pushes blood harder and faster, stirring around what’s left of the last breath you took in, straining to drain every last quark from the last oxygen you intend to give it. (THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD) All day, every day you don’t feel it or hear it. When you clutch it in your fist and try to crush it it writhes and slips messily through your fingers. You try to step on it, to crush it, starve it, burn it, force it to speed up until it seizes up without anything to lube it up. Pierce it, stab it, ignore it, break it. Pray for it to stopstopstopstop. It only replies THUD!THUD!THUD!THUD! until you have to take a breath just to shut it up before the sound deafens you. You shut it up, so that you can clear your head. Clear your head to think of a new way to stalk your heart, so that you can stuff it and hammer it to a wall like some trophy.
I don't know if this one was prompted or not. I was experimenting with holding my breath and being fucked up.