Squishy

This is my heart monster from a story I wrote. This is a piece of it.

Almost comical in nature, she cut out a whimsical heart-shaped door.

And there, inside her bosom, there beat a little muscle, of valves there were four.

It quivered from the cold and shrank at the sight of the blade.

Fear racked or not, it was a promise she made.

Just above the left atrium, her pulmonary artery was sluggishly slashed by the knifes serration

And above the right, the aorta was sliced without hesitation

Finally, all loose ends were snipped clear and this was the culmination

Of her self mutilation

And desecration

Of God's most favored animation

She reached inside her own cavity to retrieve the blood-pet

Upon its exhumation, she was little more than a pale maniquette...