Rotten heart

Jumbled destructive words scramble in my head, Pleading for an escape.      Gaging my mouth i try to subside the eviction of these treacherous thoughts but they emerge, more powerful and unstoppable like prisoners at their first taste of freedom.

I believed that I could detach this rancid heart from the rest of my body to refrain it from exuding these pandemic feelings, that would haunt every bone and flesh of my being, until the moment when I can't even flinch,

but the eloquence of a damaged heart, comes like a flare, so sudden, so bright yet unstable and unpredictable, hence dismantling the anchor of my wretched soul and broken spirit, like a turbulent current in the core of an ocean, how could I have forseen that the bondage to a broken heart could mark the beginning of my doom.