Heart Disease
2008-03-23 - 2:49 p.m.
I remember when dissecting was the biggest deal. Using sterile instruments to rip into another's hearts, now we do the same thing except without the formalities and without the formaldehyde. We've been ripping into each other's hearts for years, but it's going to give us the experience we need. I remember spending the night awake with The Surgeon when we were both insomniacs, with him telling me he was a monster, with me telling him things he didn't need to know as the windows fogged with rain. I would have been prepared had he ripped my heart out, even if the anesthesia hadn't hit me like a Mack. Instead I was disaffected. I would have played along with these games of the heart, I would have allowed my arteries to burst if she hadn't hit the scene.
I was rescued, they told me it'd take a miracle to get a stray like me a home. I come from years of mistreatment, whether or not, it was her mistreating me or my ghosts harming me, they told me it'd take a miracle. Nonetheless, here I am, nestled in the home that is her arms.