I'm trying to get lost, we both know that

I Found a Beating Heart Half-Buried in the Woods

Is this your beating heart? I 
asked. She didn’t answer. She didn’t have a larynx. She didn’t 
even have a thorax. She didn’t have anything. Not even arms 
or legs or a head. She really wasn’t a woman as much as she 
was the space between dead leaves. No, it’s yours she said.

—Zachary Schomburg

(Source: cocophony)