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Destruction Begins

Carol Garth

I want to break your heart.
I want to demolish the walls around it—brick by brick, board by board—until they are impossible to reassemble.
I want to break your heart completely.
I want to see you devastated, on your bloody hands and raw shredded knees, with bowed head, howling in your agony.
I want to break your heart into infinitesimal pieces.
I want to take those infinitesimal pieces and splice them together with threads of love and stem cells that will become the original organ. Before all the hurt and damage and distrust etched the scars into your heart and made it into mere muscle, only capable of pumping blood but feeling no true emotion.
I want to break your heart once and for all, forever.
I want your newly reconstructed heart to be trusting and loving and caring. All the emotions and feelings that your old marbleized heart had beaten and bleached out of it oh so many years ago. Perhaps from birth.
I want to break your heart.
I want to see open ground around your heart, with grassy meadows and to hear all the delightful serene sounds of nature.
I want to break your heart completely.
I want to see you rise up, to stand tall and proud and healed, your head held high in pride and happiness. I want you off the bloody hands and raw shredded knees, where you have been in your mind for so long. I want the silent howl of unbearable agony to be a discernible soft murmur of love.
I want to break your heart into infinitesimal pieces.
I want those infinitesimal pieces to be so very, very tiny—invisible to the naked eye—for a greater chance of success, of inception, of a new heart for you. A heart that could never be achieved by a simple physical surgical transplant.
I want to break your heart, once and for all, forever.
I want your old heart to be destroyed. It is not even suitable and whole enough to be used in a transplant for a dying person. It is not and cannot sustain true life, though you have lived with if for, sadly, too long.
I want to break your heart.
I want you to feel love and joy and peace and completeness, all the things that you yearn for in silence, not even admitting it to yourself. Never letting anyone inside anything but a foyer, distant from the walls, always pushing possibilities away. I see. I see with my heart. All these can be possible for you if only I have my wish.
I want to break your heart.

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