Heartbreak

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The violins reverberated around the ambient theatre, a never ending loop of the highest note A7 ringing in your ears to the strands of electrodes to your brain. Followed by the vibrant yet dull hum of the piano echoing gently in the background, pure like a whisper of hoarse breath against the back of your neck. Upstanding the hairs and parted gape of your mouth. Your arms brushed against the royal red of gold rimmed velvet, and your hand clasped onto the mordacious cool railing preventing you from obliterating yourself into the placid audience and to the orchestra. Your breathing was shallow, barely audible, the cast of newly painted gloss upon the iris of your eye shone under the fluorescent flaw filled lights. Encysting the raw emotion of a woman, a man, a thing in pure distress, the distraught, the raptured, the cracked, the broken and damaged. You sat there seemingly and passionately alone, perturbed by the inconsistent beat of your heart. A theory of possible death, is that what heartbreak was? the feeling of small pins pricking your heart cutting of its function. Was it a forbidden notion that it cut off all intelligence in your brain? You thought it was all down to love for being in love was heartbreak right? but you were not in love, you never experienced it. Not one bit. Nor did it cross your mind as you were not a star crossed dreamer or an innocent believer. Rather you were a morbid contraption, a frightening wonderer. For delusions twisted your mind — two second blinks of your heart covered in cobwebs and spiders crawling in between the cracks. Creepy little creatures infesting and reproducing, an infectant towards a deadly disease. No amount of pleasure could sustain it, no amount of serotonin could revive it. Was that heartbreak? an eventual unexpecting deterioration, a route towards damnation, a path you go down once never to come back. It’s tricky isn’t it. Bringing heartbreak into the mix.