He started the whole mess with those ice-blue eyes that kept me begging for my right to exist. Holly doesn't know what it's like to love someone who doesn't care whether you live or die. She doesn't yet realize that love unreturned eventually transforms into a fierce tangled mess, nerves & entrails exposed like split animal innards. She doesn't understand that sometimes the unrequited must demand reparations, that love can be a mean & spiteful process, that sometimes one loses patience with love. So, when the nerves & guts have seemingly been packed away, sewn in & cleaned up so as not to make all the innocent bystanders uncomfortable, the carrier of this love becomes heavy with a toxic lump that grows, slowly & steadily, into a fierce ball of scarred tissue.
Located two ribs below the heart, it is called hate.
- Melanie
- I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship. I'm a bitter, shallow person & my dad & I will escape to Puerto Rico one day. He will let me have a pet cat.