heart pains of empty
it's as though it's thinning out.
everything that she does to her body
deprives her of nourish.
her heart unravels to bones
we call it organ
no meat no skin, no warmth.
maybe feed on love, or emotion
a substance so foreign
not consumed yet in form.
food poisoning.
the organ must continue to trace until its flesh spills through those desperate bones which engrave through her chest
for the attention to then be brought.