big hearted

I’m going to find someone with a big heart. 500g or more, at least. And when I find him-

Did you know that I have inhabited each of those four chambers? I have made my home within the red cushion of cardiac pressure. I built a bed on valves, on which it was impossible to sleep, next to the mush and rush of the constant bleeding. I traveled freely, opening doors to atria and ventricles, burrowing deep into those muscular walls, pulsating with them as they force ichor to where it is required. But I have never traveled with that gore. I have remained, like a stagnant drip of rot, violently affixed to the myocardium, a parasite you are too star-crossed to notice.