By Leela
Date: 23 January 2001
No Longer A Child
I watch in slow motion
As your fingers move toward me
Nails clean and neatly trimmed
They enter my flesh
On the left side of my chest.
I gasp at the sensation,
Piercing
Grabbing
Twisting
Pulling
I look down with horror
At what lays in your hand
Red and quivering
Then to the gaping hole
Where it used to be
And finally to your face
Where my gaze is met
With a sick smile
You toss it
Carelessly to the ground
And step on it
As you walk past me
And what else can I do
But leave it there on the ground
Turn from it
And tag along behind you
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner