'Another Quiet Morn' by Terry Murphy

After he came to he was lay on the floor next to his chair. He could feel the strangest sensation around his stomach and groin. It was a lovely warm and wet feeling. It covered him, and he was thankful for this moment of pleasure during an insane period of his morning. When he opened his shirt he saw blood. The blip of bliss he felt was completely washed away now. Following the blood flow up his chest he came across a deep well leading to where his heart used to reside. He began to cry, because although there was no pain from the wound, he realised that he would have to replace his heart. His happy smiling, cheery pink heart, who was polite and respectful, with the shrivelled and cracked, angry black heart, who was obnoxious and repulsive.