Fortnightly Ritual

You have broken my heart, for the hundredth time.

you have made a laceration from the top of my rib cage where my collar bones dip, all the way down to my pelvis.

You then proceeded to pull my skin back, crack my rib cage open like you crack a wish bone on Christmas day, free and full of joy.

Then you put your hand deep inside, underneath the gristle, you fingered your way to my heart.

Low and behold, a ritual you performed fortnightly!

You broke my heart in two! Right down the middle, you sucked the juices from it, the way you sucked a mango, strong and full of conviction.

Was it sweet, having me drip from your lips?