Vestigial Love

Crack.
Your delicate hands
Methodically break each of my ribs.
The pain echoes in my head, and with each
Tongue-gnawing throb,
My heart flutters.
Bit by bit, those beautiful, dainty fingers,
Rend open my chest.
You progress at a leisurely pace;
Slow enough to
savor the sensation.

My blood pools at your feet.

So long as your hand
Is the intruder,
I will yield my blood.
Should I be screaming in agony?
A foreign hand palms the
Very organ that keeps me alive.
The truth is this:
The moment your hand squeezed my heart
I took my first breath.

Please! Take my useless,
Calloused heart. I’m dead
With or without it.
What good is a heart when you don’t use it?
Tear the abomination out of my chest
Let me take my last
Agonizing breath.
I’ll sleep well, knowing
You are the one who robbed me of it.