My Anxious Daydream

"I did it!" She smiled up at me. She sat cross-legged on the floor, blood streaming out of her chest, pooling into her lap, and down the sides of her legs. Eyes wild and hands dripping red, she held up her own heart. Each beat like the tick of a too-fast clock. She looked me dead in the eye, "It was destroying me. So I took it out." Hot blood bubbled down her shirt as she sighed, "And now I can breathe."