I want to rip out my heart
not in an overly gruesome way,
although I suppose there wouldn't be any way to make it not gorey and terrifying
I don't want to do it because I'm sad,
I don't want to do it because my gerbil died
or because some boy doesn't like me back
but rather I just want to see the thing that powers me
the one little mechanism that makes all my machinery spark and whirr and chime
sometimes I suck in my stomach as far as I can,
until my stomach is not there at all,
and reach my hands underneath my ribs
it's surprisingly easy, easy to feel my own skeleton
and I think about piercing my warm flesh and rooting around in the cavity containing my lungs,
pulling and tugging and ripping until I find my heart
slowly, gently, I'd pull it out,
hands stained with crimson blood as I cradle the still beating organ like a dead bird found on the sidewalk
that thing was inside me, I'd think to myself
that thing made me whole
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you are an amazing, amazing writer
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thank you so so much !!
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