A Heart Of Stone. A Wretchedly Frozen Stone. Poem by Gabriella Mantone

Your holding my heart in your cold and questioning hands.
I watch as you rip it apart and tear at it.
The blood gushes out. The empty hole in my chest is aching. Theres no heart for it to hold.
You throw my bloody guts to the ground, the snow chills the open veins.
I pick it up and place it in my helpless chest.
But I have no feeling.
All I see is hate. You abused this scarlet emotion. I can feel the tiny breath slowly dying.
Suddenly you run up from the dissipating air, a jagged knife if your murderous hand. Stabbing me in heart. Again. This heart.
And I hear it scream. Dead and dying. What a mess you have left me. What a horrible mess.