Many customise the entity beating in the caged cavern of ribs.
With trending shades and fabrics, they doll it up.
Tuning the beats till they mount the euphonious tones, for the auditory bias of the environment.

They dyed the heart to mingle,
seeking petty validation.

But look within, the panting breaths under the fiery finery.
Strip the beguiling chains and dare to lay it bare before the sulking eyes.

Let it breathe in its default setting.