I removed my heart.
It was just taking up processing power, really. All I ever felt at night was the rippling from inside. It kept me up for days at a time. Even since I was a girl, I never slept. Clawing at my chest and screaming for my parents or anyone that would help.
I went out into the garden so I wouldn't get the house all messy, grabbed the right tools, and went at my chest, engineering myself a new entrance. It felt weird what followed, honestly, having things deep inside me. Fingers. Old rusty allen keys that I'd flattened into improv knives. It wasn't bad, but I've felt better.
When I was pushing past the other irrelevent things, I knew I was getting closer to the goods. It was like I could feel worms slipping through my veins, veins sliding out of their tunnels. I could tell it was mostly my thighs, though. They were getting more numb and analogue by the second.
The smell was rancid. The sun hammering down only powered it more, but it made me feel amazing, like I was glowing and alive. The dogs from the other gardens started barking. I can only think how lucky I was that they were held back by fences. They'd probably eat me from the inside out before I could even try.
I looked down and through the chunks of torn flesh, tissue and bone removed from between my breasts, and spotted it right away. I coiled my fingers around my heart and pulled as gently as I could at the time, which I thought would have done the trick. It didn't, really. even after my insides hit the outside air and my blood painted the daisies I had flattened, it was beating teasingly in my hands. Still attached by strings of vein and artery. It seemed almost excited to be in my presence, to see what it had been demoing for its short reign, to power its own removal.
I took one of my many broken ribs and mashed up what was left of my heart. I never realised how much blood I could have, but it was fun getting a good idea of it. My heart's excitement was short-lived, obviously. As were the colours under my skin. White, grey, and red all over.
I can sleep now.
At least until it grows back again.