Holding my Heart

I am holding my heart, It beats on my palms. Blood is dripping. I locked my eyes, Staring piece of meat down. Weird feeling. I am furious. Fingers squeeze living shard. Wince of pain. Need to forgive myself. My real life is right here, Not a game. Let my hands down. Put the heart back in my chest. Deep breath, please. You full of hatred, BUT! Everyone makes mistakes. Let it go, find your peace.
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Puzzle in the darkness

Candles in the room, but corners are pitch black. I don’t care about dark corners, I am not afraid of the darkness anymore. My fingers are shivering. My tongue mumbles words. My eyes see hope, but I’ve heard that I am insane. My fingers picking and putting pieces together, they are smeared in blood. Red color on my fingers – juice of life. Every tiny piece I pick and try to find a right place to fit it. My new hobby is a bloody puzzle! I laugh in the dark at my joke. Probably that is why they say that I am insane, but I am not. I am looking for redemption, I am looking for salvation. I am Doctor Frankenstein of myself! Piece by piece, I assembly bloody puzzle…
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