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Rip out my heart

It still beats in your hand

Watch the blood, my feelings drip over your fingers

A puddle forming on the ground

Dark red it grows as you squeeze your hand shut

The beating stops my heart grows still

I'm stunned at your next move

A shiny black bag you pull from your back pocket

Dropping in my life, you tie a tight knot and toss it in the snow

My knees buckle and give out as you walk away

Falling, I land next to my life gasping for air in the bag

I blink once or twice at this glistening bag

Before nodding off in to eternal slumber.