Cut Me Open

I’m being cut open,

A blade shimmering above me.

The knife slicing haphazardly through my flesh,

My ribs becoming a bloody cage.

I take shuddering breathes,

Lungs pinned to the desk.

They slice at my heart,

Shredding it to pieces.

It lays before me in chunks,

Bits of my heart strewn across the desk.

I meet the eyes of my assailant,

Their familiar face gazing back at me.

They are those that I called friends,

Ones that I named family.

“How can you treat me like this?” I ask.

“We didn’t know it was hurting you.” They reply.

The scalpel hovers over my open chest,

As they promise they never meant any harm.