The blood flowing in me turns cold
I can taste the salt of my tears as they fall down my face
My shoes never leaving the ground as I shuffle along
I keep tripping on invisible cracks
It's like they were put there to tell me I won't make it
I see a door
It's seamless glass
It has a sense of intimidation
My torn up shoes stop because there is a lack of sidewalk to keep moving
My only way is through the door
With my eyes fixed on the ground
I pass through the crystal like glass
Seeing another pair of shoes
I lift my head
Im within inches of a man in white
I instantly know he's the one
I step back
Make an incision over my chest
The exacto knife I'm using rips open my flesh
Crimson red pours out
I slip my hand around my dead heart
Tearing it from it's home and give it to the man
My once clean clothes are dripping in surrender
Tears of relief continue to pour
My heart is now in the hands of another
It starts beating
My heart is not mine to destroy but rather his to protect
When I lean back against the chilled floor
My lungs expand for the first time
The air explaining to them what it means to breathe
I surrender
I surrender
I surrender all
About the Creator
Beth Carter
Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works
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