It’s a scolding sensation. Starting from the inside out. Fire inside my lungs. I cry out in pain; even though I know no one can hear me. Slithering down my arms and legs, eventually to my fingers and toes. My entire body engulfed with this sensation.
Looking down my heart is ripped out. This soulless, careless monster holding it. My eyes water faucets, pouring down my face. I struggle against the restraints. Giving up I hang my head down in shame.
“I’m so sorry my love, I can’t fight anymore.”
With that, this monster squeezes my heart. Pain like no other rips through me. My last cry was his name.