I heard her say...
and I swallowed my heart.
My mouth was dry, so the delicate skins
grafted against each other.
It still had a beat to it, dull though it was,
as it trekked through my trachea;
it was a tight fit...
And it hurt, and it burned.
And then, when it finally fell into my stomach,
my tiny stomach, ruined from heartbreak,
The dangerously acidic acid of my bowels,
devoured my heart.
And it stopped beating, as it was torn
into infinitesimally tiny pieces.
And all these little pieces morbidly converged,
on the despairing, disparaging road
of my small intestine.
And as my heart, in all of its tiny pieces,
traveled down this road, it found a haven;
it found a tiny, vacant, apartment.
And my heart, it went to hide from me
in this haven. And it came together again;
it fell in love with itself and this love melted my heart.
And then it hated itself, and this love turned my heart
to stone, making it whole again.
And as it became whole, this haven
could not contain it.
And it expanded, more and more,
until it finally
And out with my heart, came
the silent residence;
came the landlord.
And it burned my body,
it burned my body, and I cried.
For my heart, even though I had cut it out
and swallowed it whole,
had still found a way to hurt me.
Created: Mar 26, 2010Document Media