I should just dig my fingers into my skin and rip out my heart so that would more convenient.It would keep beating for the hope of the better years to only be pierced with another sharp blade of reality. Reality holds a tight grip and its fist are around my lungs till I pass out in the enjoyment of my everlasting innocence. Love is whipping through the wind only lucky enough to slap you in the face until moving on to its next victim.
All I want to do is dig a hole in the ground till the tips of my fingers are raw and just scratch my skin till blood pours out. Let me pound my fist on the ground till the pain is unbearable and the concrete is bloody and blue. This rage is bubbling and ready to unleash a fire that consumes the most holy of hearts. Black butterflies flutter in the night to remind you happiness only last so long and the expiration is date is terminal.
A scream is erupting from my stomach till I collapse from the utter embarrassment that is my past. One room, all pale walls. This is where a my heart sits , in the middle of the room, and now is locked in the protection of the monsters lurking. It’s a steady beat, almost like a base line. Low and constant. The door has a sign that says “ending”. They walk by a without glance. On to the next
Until next time,
Daphne.
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