{"sf1_id":1173285,"sf2_id":"Oe57kB5n","title":"Years Of Distance","author":"DrianaLeSouris","words":359,"posted_at":"2017-04-19T08:27:00.000Z","tags":["Carving out","Emotional","FEELINGS","Love","Shattering","broken heart","deep","heart","perspective"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1173285-years-of-distance","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe57kB5n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c5/cb/c5cbd0b5-5ac4-461a-9bf0-8769e8923574","description":"#1 of Poetry","content":"~Years of Distance~\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nWhen you left me,  \n  \nI cut open my chest and extracted my heart.  \n  \nI began cutting it loose from all the wiring.  \n  \nThen dizzy from shock I walked to the twisted tree and folded to my knees.  \n  \nI dug a fresh hole and placed it far from me.  \n  \nClose to the earth, I close up the grave with my heart barely beating with life underneath.  \n  \nStumbling back to the pavement to my house, my breath shallows and falls short in hiccups of life.  \n  \nGray falls upon me as I start to sew up the gaping hole in me.  \n  \nTying together skin to seem normal.  \n  \nAshamed I see the moon joining me once again, he never seems to fail.  \n  \nHe sits on my bed as I scrub the floor clean.  \n  \nHe holds my hair as I vomit.  \n  \nI clean off my bloody body and put on my nicest clothes.  \n  \nI shake as I curl my hair and draw makeup on my newly nude face.  \n  \nI glance at the mirror confirming that no one could see the difference.  \n  \nDays passed without thought of what I lost.  \n  \nI felt no pain, I let no one in.  \n  \nI couldn't grow a new heart no matter how hard I tried.  \n  \nI couldn't love and soon couldn't see.  \n  \nI grew blind to wisdom and deaf to truth.  \n  \nI grew lonesome in my prison.  \n  \nI needed a heart, I need my heart.  \n  \nI fearfully traveled back to the twisted tree.  \n  \nPulling back dirt and newly grown grass, I find the piece of me I extracted so long before.  \n  \nHiding it from everyone, even myself.  \n  \nI brush off the dirt and I heard my heart beat again.  \n  \nI brought it to my mouth, I blew in air and soon I could see my heart.  \n  \nOld and familiar.  \n  \nMaking me well again, I realized it was a perfect match.  \n  \nWithout my heart in me beating neither I nor my heart would survive.  \n  \nUndoing the stitches, I place my heart back into the cupboard of my chest.  \n  \nThough my heart still holds scars, with time they will heal,  \n  \nFading to a distant whisper of tonight's memories.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1173287-black-glass.json"}}