Tim, for you my heart,
ripped from my chest.
Eviscerated I am,
and if I could,
I would plunge my fingers,
through my chest,
and rip out my heart,
and give it to you.
...A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis...
In addition to my heart,
there are small organs I want to give you,
glands.
sweetbreads.
variety meats.