I Ripped out my Heart – By Charlotte Farhan
I couldn’t feel anything today,
not one feeling was felt,
shadows of the world like ghosts,
haunted memories locked in,
set to continuously replay.
Desolation in my mind created an echoing sound,
my thoughts rattled in my head like pennies in a box,
my emotions running like deer on a hunting ground.
I slowly began to itch the itch,
the one burrowing into my thorax,
the one which seemed neverending like a bottomless ditch.
Ripping into my torso,
hacking at my ribs as if they were a rotten enclosure.
I started to pick away at my flesh,
trying to get to the prickling feeling deep inside,
pulling up my lungs as if they were a bloody mesh.
My chest felt tight and the constrictions of my rib cage felt like a prison,
All my thoughts turned to the release I would feel if I just reached inside,
my blood is beautifully glistening the purest crimson.
Soon I heard it,
the deep thumping of my heart,
burrowing deeper my hand suddenly felt it,
pulsating in my grip.
The feeling is like none experienced before,
the more I squeezed the better it felt,
as if I were the captor and it my prisoner of war.
Wanting to never lose this awareness of self,
never wanting to abandon my own heart,
like so many had done before,
debasing me and tearing me apart.
I started to slowly haul it out of my cavity,
the ripping was glorious,
the pain was euphoric,
lost in depravity.
Eventually I was left with my heart in my hand,
as it beat its last beat,
the emptiness returned and the emotions stopped,
holding my heart closer,
I began to deplete.
Just me and my heart,
together at last,
no longer spare parts.
Never letting it go,
never losing my grip,
seeing myself lying below,
the nothingness began again,
the waves of time smashed me into unconsciousness,
I became an abandoned ship.
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