Through the chestÂ
Bethanny Evans
I shall let him take my heart because I love him so. Stealing it from me. I relax as he slices my chest open. Finally looking inside me. With his bare hands, he breaks my rib cage. Each crack reverberates in my skull, letting me know that I am in love. Cupping my heart gently, watching it move. Its jerking motion slowing ever so slightly. Excitement danced across his face and his smile became wider. The snapping of the veins and muscles leaves me in a daze. He ripped out my heart so fast. The blood on his very skin is mine. For what was mine is his. My heart belongs to him. My very breath belongs to him. As he places my heart in his own broken rib cage, I place his in mine. Letting our hearts beat in our torn bodies, while our hands search for each other. As the dripping blood from one another slowly drives us mad. The rotting smell and playful glances remind us of our love.