Heartbreak

I dig my fingers into my breastbone

Slowly, the flesh begins to quish at my fingertips

a drop of blood pools arouund my index finger

I press harder, causing the skin to tear open under my hands

I feel the bones in my grasp now, nd squeeze, causing them to fracture

The fissure begins to open inside of my chest while more blood pours out of the wound

I open it up and  grab hold of the throbbing mass inside my torso

And I squeeze, pulling it away from my body.

Outstretched in my hand, I let it go

And it lands on the floor in a puddle, with a dissatisfying thud.

And you turn and walk away, empty handed