I want you to glide a needle through my chest and prick my heart ever so gently.
Please, be there to follow the rhythm of my blood’s ebb and flow.
Please don’t let the blood rush out too quickly, nor let my heart swell too readily.
Don’t let my insides leak to my outsides, unless you’re there to palm each drop before they fall to my feet.
Shield me from the dirt that could trap itself in.
Shield me from the monsters that like the smell of my blood.
Don’t send me to them,
And before you go, which one day you surely will, don’t forget for the life of me, to patch up the little hole you pricked.