I feel the friction

My heart has prickles all over it

The friction ,the texture.

My heart isn’t slippery

Or smooth in any way.

A beat per second

. Feels like eternity

Malfunctioning.

Blood circuits , cutting off.

Veins sting and die off

Shrivel up

Where does that 2,000 gallons of blood go?

My body barely moves or even keeps me warm.

My pericardium =thinly layered fluid sac that lets your heart move/beat

Mind is gone, nowhere to be found

Mangy and tore up

Thinly sliced wholes cuts thru it

Instead

My heart burns laying here.

In the dark

Like napalm

Spreading like a wildfire

My heart pumps and glows in a fleshy pink way

Anything I touch burns down

My only love that loves me back.

Keeps me warm at night is

Fire.