Gory Story

My heart should be here
Where I have this open wound.
As usual, it had started to heal,
Even the promise of a faded scar
But it was not to be.

Ripped open, cavity in my chest
Blood spatters everywhere
On my face, on the walls, on the sheets of my bed.

Take out my heart then
Since you've made the first cut.
Get it over with, tear, break
Whatever.
Just fucking do it
Don't stand there looking at me,
Open chest, blood and gore dripping.
It's rude to stare.
Finish the job, don't linger,
Playing with it!
Feeling the wet warmth oozing over your fingers,
It hurts enough as it is!

Oh no, don't gag, you've got this far
Just get on with it
No time for you to be squeamish;
You cut me open, now do what you will
With my battered heart.

Leave my body heartless.
A crumpled heap in a crimson pool
With a scarlet wound.
You murderer.