Lay me down gentle

There’s a knife in my heart

and it really fucking hurts

There’s blood dripping onto the plush white carpet

and memories escaping into the walls

I wonder what colour they are now

and emotions burrowing under chests that’ll never be opened

that’s probably for the best

There’s a knife in my heart

and oh what a sight it is

with finely twined vines

and precise stabs of flowers

I wonder if it hurts

Nightshades!

Oleanders!

Belladonnas!

be careful not to touch!

There’s a knife in my heart

and I can feel it growing

inch by inch

slowly

quickly

don’t move!

devouring every blood cell

every tissue

every organ

one by one

until I am nothing but a garden full of flowers again

careful not to touch!

until there is nothing left of me

how much was even there to begin with? I can’t remember

There’s a knife in my heart

and it’s really fucking annoying

drip! drip! drop!

I can’t stop bleeding It’s so fucking much

I think I’m drowning.

dead, dead, dying

There’s a knife in my heart

and I think I’ll name it Time.

- C.