Paddles

Paddles to the heart. Clear! Try again. Paddles to the heart. Clear! Try again. What I need no one can provide; damn paddles. Distract-line up perfect moments-stacking one on top of the other until a game of jenga is at play. Then- Clear! There was no sound. No more voices with their monotone pitches announcing "Clear!" Until a thump-thump-thump reaches around the room swallowing everyone up whole; no survivors except the beating of a heart holding a weeping woman up in it's sound.