YOU'REBROKEN?I'MBREAKING!

My muscles ache from the effort of lifting my heart from the ground. It fell right out of me when I realized that I no longer exist. So I stooped down, back bent to the shape of supplication, knees crooked and crackling, and I curled my fingers around the pound of flesh lying seeping my sour liquid into the grass, feeding the earth nutrients I can’t seem to make use of.
When I tired to life the slab of muscle, the gristle, it appeared, had rooted itself deep into the earth. The tendrils of tendon and sinew had felt their way deep into the ground, mingling with the roots of the plants. The grass around me began to wither- the roots of my heart were suffocating the green.
Try as I might, the heart was stuck, and I couldn’t life it. My spine began to snap, vertebrae popping out of their alignment. My muscles tore, myomeres rending from their neighbours, pulling away from the bone. That’s when I fell. You can’t stand without a heart. You can’t stand if you don’t exist.