i still remember when

you reached your filthy hands

into the depths of my chest

the left side of my ribcage

into the void of red

the abyss of myriad sorrows

and tore out the one organ

that i need for survival.

you pulled out my heart

ripped it out

seized it

yanked it from its safety

its home

twisted it from its comfort

and held it in your hand.

my beautiful, source of life

my one and only

in your vulgar fists

still alive

trying to breathe

still forcing itself

for me

suffering

aching

grieving

it’s in pain

agonizing

it’s tormented

traumatized

and

beating

wait-

i’m sorry-

did i say beating?

i meant

bleeding.