Loose heart

Today I tried to rip my heart out. I woke up with the strange feeling that it was a little loose. I didn’t mind at first, but as the day passed by, the feeling became more and more annoying. I unconsciously began to push it a little, trying to accommodate it in its place. After a while, I began to feel that its place was no longer inside my chest.

At noon the discomfort became unbearable and I decided that the best thing to do would be to tear it off. I started by pulling a little on the arteries trying to get it to come off, but each movement was more painful than the last. I thought then that I should rip it off in one try. I approached a girl whom I found fascinating. She was one of those girls who can’t help but break men’s hearts. I tied my heart to her eyes with a silk ribbon and waited for her to walk away.

When she left, I felt a yank so intense I thought my heart had come off. But instead, I was left with a torn heart hanging from my chest supported only by a small swollen piece of flesh. The pain became excruciating to the point where the slightest breeze of air gave me stinging sensations.

I spent the last hours of the afternoon trying to ignore the pain but to no avail. The pain became more and more intense. For a moment I thought that suffering would kill me. My throat closed up and I wasn’t able to breathe. My vision began to close until everything went black. I started to feel so cold that I thought I would completely break down. Then the pain disappeared and along with it all my discomforts.

I discovered a black piece of meat lying in front of me. It was my heart that had detached at last. I haven’t felt so calm in a long time. I know I will sleep very well tonight.