Heart

I have tugged my heart from my chest.
It does not leave willingly
And even still I feel the sticky
Pieces cling to ribcage wall
Nausea rising from the pooling wreck
Bring knives, bring daggers
Rid me of this torture
Then I will give myself to you
Till I am no more
Than a quivering mess
Of cowardice

- ©Obscure 2022