I took a knife and carved a hole in my chest just wide enough to remove my heart. Did I ever need this thing? I thought life came from breath the breath of God, the breath of existence. So what is the use of a heart? The heart lies. It tells stories. It gives hope. It makes you feel. And what good are those things when they leave you broken? So I cut it out. This beating organ that only knows how to betray me. But why won’t the bleeding stop? Why does the pain grow louder now that the heart i...
