Lives & Bone Knives

In my clawed hands I hold the 5 hearts, the potential to crush them all in one blow is weighing on my mind, the power of it feels sultry and dark. They each have their own personalities, the essence of their being, and I must decide.

They are named thus; the Heart of Child's Joy, the Heart of A Father's Love, the Heart of Security, the Heart of Wanton Desire and the smallest, the Conjoined Hearts of Twin. Looking down as these lives beat on, their earnest pleas sing that I should spare them, I won't let their voices sway me. My cold hard stare picks apart how to map this out, how to divide and conquer this love. I could find the faults and decide, find the weakest and set on to my work.

I look at the Heart of A Father's Love, his weaknesses are many, but he has an inner fortitude. If he can focus on his goals, learn again how to be, there may be a small chance. Maybe his love can carry him through to the end?

The Heart of Child's Joy, if examined critically and clinically can be likened to our times, everyone learns about the cold and hardness of this world. Maybe some lessons are better learned now for later strength?

The life within the Heart of Security, the sameness it holds. It's a selfish life, no thought but it's own situation; no growth, pathetic. To cut it free would be the catalyst of putting yourself out there, to expand. Would it be the next logical step?

How about the Heart of Wanton Desire? How can that be encouraged to change? It is the one that is the most puzzling. How much investment is there in base needs, enough to warrant letting it continue? This one leaves nothing but questions, keeping me further from my own answers.

Finally, the Conjoined Hearts of Twin, so needy and diminutive. The last vascular organ may be the most difficult to deal with, the pain of the yearning, the demands it has makes the others pale in comparison. Does it get to continue, no matter it's own condition? The damage is there, the nicks and scars, bruises and dents, yet it still beats. How does one decide to end the suffering, start the healing?

After I have examined the last one I know, I have a starting point. A cold and calloused love, pained by a blade and tempered with a well thought out plan, my hand encloses the first heart and the ancient bone blade starts the procedure.