in my heart there is a gaping wound that can never be closed or healed. the pain can be dulled sometimes,if im drawing or fencing or preoccupied, but if i think about what caused that hole, it hurts worse than when i first got it.
this wound is not the result of one attack with a sharp weapon but hundreds of thousands attacks with small needles, but there are a few pocket knives and forks in there too. sometimes, the needles stay and no blood leaks out and i dont notice them. until i brush up against the end that is sticking out.
often, there are repeat offenders. people who stick a needle in my heart then come back to try and heal it only to end up stabing it back in there. and adding a knife in there too. some people stab needles into my heart only by talking to me. the mere sound of there voice rips off the scab that i had carefully wrapped a bandage around to protect it and let it heal.
the blood that pours out of this wound is acidic. anything it touches sizzles and burns. my brain. my muscles. my lungs. my heart. sometimes it hurts other peole too, when i tell them about the needles. they dont want to be around someone like me with needles in their heart. they might get stabbed.
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