Lunch break musing.

My lungs deflated with the onrush of betrayal.

Even when she’s not pressed against him like a cobra wrapped around its prey, her pungent scent lingers like a corpse.

A sense of anguish rushes over me – why wasn’t I enough?

I plunged my fist deep into my chest, breaking through my ribs and pulled him out of my heart.

He vanished from my arms.

He didn’t care.

As I sew up the valves of my heart I promised I would never pursue love again.