Feelings

"They are coming!" She screamed.

Their presence was all too familiar.

She knew it was them by the way they flooded her bloodstream: heating up her body and causing her stomach to writhe in fibrillating anxiety.

"No, no, no." She murmured, feeling her pulse quicken and her skin moisten with perspiration.

"This cannot be happening to me again."

But it was.

And it was irrevocable.

She had attempted and failed many times to wall herself off from them because she knew how they had controlled her in the past. She particularly loathed the idea of feeling vulnerable. Especially when they inflicted such an undesirable subordination upon her.

Simply intoxicating yet also sickening. The bittersweet harmony between love and hate. But she does not wish to evict hate in expectation of love's arrival. Love only bargains for a short lease which he promptly breaks with no promise of a security deposit.

She knew this sort of scandal all too well.

"Please,...get out."

A scanty and rather meager plea, but yet one so innocent and completely absent of will power that it would be difficult for anyone to resist. That is if anyone could even assist in her defense. But you see, no one can. She is alone. Full to the brim of ravenous feelings and emotions which devour her very being,...but alone.

They say "the heart wants what the heart wants". But she understands what is really occurring here. Her mind has evaluated her body's odds of survival and after a brief synopsis, has decided that the human heart is a danger to her own viability. It must go. So she watched as her mind decided to let her heart depart in a way that only its foolish, romantic self would approve of.

Her mind allowed her heart to discover what it loved,

and then let what it loved,

kill it.