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MY HEART.

“To love and perish: this combination is eternal.

The will to love means readiness to die."

Friedrich Nietzsche

Having broken my chest - breaking my hard ribs, and tearing my lungs to shreds, she got to the once burnt heart, in which white worms were now swarming. Everything material was rotting on the dirty bed. The musty smell of baked pus filled the room. The rusty blade touched her wrist and, cutting through the thin skin, slashing along the bone, fell out of her thin hands. Disappointment, despair, and loneliness flowed like a crimson stream down the torn flesh of her hand. She walked over to the lipstick-stained window. Behind the cloudy glass, the chilly November wind creaked unwelcomingly with a broken swing. The rickety carousel of life slowed down...

She hit the dirty glass with her bloody hand with the remaining strength. Some of the fragments, hitting the window sill with a ringing sound, flew away into the gray distance; those remaining with acute pain went under the skin... She stood on a slippery metal window sill, dropping tears and blood onto the distant, indifferent asphalt. An unfriendly wind pierced right through her thin body. She stepped forward...

There, far above, the light does not look like electric light. Through the gray clouds you can see the glowing white jelly of pristine clouds, in which the young rays of the distant sun find their shelter and bask, filling their cotton houses with soft matte light. It 'warm over there.

Day. Warm air, saturated with the smell of meadow grass, warms us. Sometimes the transparent wind plays a soothing rustling sound in her silky hair. High up, the deep blue sky is trying in vain to break away from the heavy earth. We are alone on this blooming planet. My renewed heart quietly taps a lullaby audible only to her.

- It won't rain today.

-...

He fell asleep on my chest...