Every word I said that pierced someone’s heart
Plays on repeat in my head.
Sometimes quietly, sometimes
It fills the room and I can barely hear my own heart beating.
Occasionally it skips and scratches,
“you HURT me . . . HURT me . . . HURT me.”
Perhaps it’s a penance or punishment.
“Someday I’ll break that fucking record,”
I say as a hand shakily reaches out and places the needle
Back at the beginning.