High Entropy Human

(Tw: Mentions of blood)

High Entropy Human

I do the routine, I put my hands on the warm flesh of my face, forehead and neck. I am naturally a feverish warm, a high entropy human if you will, I put my hands on my flushing face oftenly to cool it down. I do the routine, face, forehead and neck, yet curiosity with it's sickly voice takes a hold of me, it says to check the place in which my heart is perched beneath, beating as if to call out to someone, if the blood in my face, forehead and neck is so fervently warm, surely my heart must be as well. My hand moves to spot on my chest in which my heart has been softly beating for the past 14 years, shivers run down my warm skin, nothing, less than nothing, cold. I move my hand off the skin which covers my, my… Weeks have gone by since the incident, if you could call it that, the perplexing situation of the cold heart and the warm blood, everyday the beats of my heart  are getting louder, thumping, banging against my chest. I sit in the middle of my kitchen floor with paranoid eyes, hands on my disgustingly warm skin, I haven’t slept in days. The thumping, beating, pleading, from my heart keeps me up. The beating of my heart in my desolate kitchen starts to sound like an invitation, I grab a spoon with my shaking hand and I close my eyes, my gruesome scorchingly hot flesh feels as if it's melting pile of soft clay, so much so, I didn’t feel the gruesome process of skin falling away. I open my eyes and look down at the open cavity in my chest, the empty cavity in my chest. My skin is as hot as ever burning up blood pooling up like hot lava. As my final breath came only a single question puttered in my mind, what was beating inside of me?

- Afrahna