Poison.

There is a hand inside my heart, clenching and pushing, trying to reach out. Disruptive of the blood coursing through 1my veins, more like poison, I’m no longer sane. The hand, it hurts, drowning in pumping blood and the echo of a heartbeat.

My veins are suffocating.

There is a rock inside my heart. A boulder that pulls it down, my heart is laying on the ground. It’s covered in dirt, the rock left to dust. Tainted heart, bruised and beaten, tired mechanical heart, beating until the stars disappear. A rock left to dust, the heart, stardust.

My veins are suffocating.

There is a hand inside my heart. A fluid motion of pulsing and straining, breaking and mending, tearing and scarring, trapped inside the taste of life. I can taste the blood, see it seeping from inside of me. A part of me, broken free.

My veins are suffocating.

I cannot breathe. Mechanical heart, do you beat? There is glass inside my heart. Shattering, cutting endlessly. I am alive. I am alive with the poison that flows through my veins, I am alive with the energy of the world consumed with greed.

“I will help you live,” the heart says.
She whispers, “I will help you die.”

My veins are suffocating. And I am the poison. Seduce and destroy, I am the poison.