Christopher

My Heart is broken.
It's broken pieces crumble onto the floor.
My emotions are split.
A scar runs right down its middle.
He ripped into my chest and pulled out my heart, squeezing it tight.
It's mangled exterior cannot total the damage within.
Bleeding hearts have broken dreams.
Blood cascades from my abdominal cavity.
A pain racks my chest.
My whole body is rocked with the pain of my mangled, broken spirit.
"Please, no," I cried, clutching my heart.
A knife was thrust into my sternum then twisted a quarter degree to the left.
Broken is my poor heart.
I may never love again.