I Turn My Back

My heart slips easily from my chest,

But is stopped two inches from the cavity

By tendons pulled taunt, attached to my ribs.

I no longer desire this aberration between my lungs.

And so I grip with both hands,

Fingernails scoring gashes in the soft tissue,

And strain until the tendons

Begin to tear.

As they snap

I begin to weep piteously.

I shall eviscerate this emotion

And no longer be affected by such

Paltry afflictions as love or affection.

Such a repulsive, bloody mess I now hold

In these fingers.

I drop it to the earth.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

You have quite a piece here.. sad and yet with that so well done that I have to say it's great.. Your descriptive powers are strong..xo