Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Writings: Who took my heart

Today I tried to run. But I can't. I felt nothing but a growing emptiness. I glanced down and saw a gaping hole. Where my heart was.

Who took my heart?

I wondered how I am still alive and breathing and walking and doing everything that people with hearts do. I recalled reading how humans cannot function with hearts. Hearts beat the oxygen to the rest of the bodies.

Where is my heart?

Blood grows cold. They pool around the body. Shiny and red. Like strawberries freshly picked. The colour of tomato. They are warm. But even they bow down to the cold.

Who stole my heart?

I ran. Rather, I tried to. The cold took over me until I was a figure of ice. I bowed down.

Am I dying?

The blood is cold and dark. The body is cold. It stole my heart.

Who are you the creature with no heart?

I stared at the knife in my hand. The blood has already crusted. It is a dark red, almost brown. Like the timberland shoes it was wearing. He stole my heart. The monster broke free in me. And it stole his. A fair exchange.

We have no heart.

Because he took ours.

Note: was trying out a new style of writing. I think I made some errors here and there. Probably no one will understand.

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