rip my heart out

I pressed my fingers against my chest

Pushed my way through bone and flesh

Reached in with an expression devoid of pain

I dug in my fingers as a firm grip wrapped around my heart

I pulled and tugged until the beating organ gave way

I watched it beat in my hand

It looked more scared than I was

How do you live when you don’t want to

I slowly began to crush the damn thing in my hand

Dig my fingers into its fragile walls

Squeeze until the blood began to burst

The heart squelched in my hand as blood covered the floor

How do you live when you feel nothing

Maybe you shouldn’t.

Maybe you should just die.