you are exploring...
with your knife you cut.
ripping anything that is not necessary from my body.
you hollow out my abdomen.
I don't need a stomach to eat,
I don't need a liver or any of these things you remark
you rip apart my chest to find the prize...
I am mangled and bloody
and yet you have my heart
still beating in the palm of your hand.
you stick a blade through it.
it silences the thumps.
cutting it into two pieces...
I am a shell.
my victory is I shall love nothing more...
for I am gone and vacant.
my heart rests.

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