I carefully cut it out

with surgeon like hands

I lay it on the table

I cut it open

My red beating heart

one smooth,fine slit

I watched it bleed

It’s colors were strange

pastels

pinks and oranges, like a shiny bright sunset

spilling out onto the table

my poor sad sun was sinking

And suddenly my surgeon hands turned to jelly

I could  not save it

my poor red beating sunset

bleeding out onto the cold hard service of the table

was dying, and i it’s killer

could not move for I too

now stand there dying

sinking like the sun

into sweet silent darkness