Self-Destruction

The fluttering of her soft brown eyes has a direct mechanical connection to the sinotrial node in my right atrium, sending electrical pulses into my heart. For years, the magnetic power of her soul had transmitted through our cardio-ocular portal, pumping blood from my heart to the smallest capillaries across my body, allowing me to walk, eat, make love.

Now, I can hear the slowing beat of my heart. Tapping in time with dim beep of the machines keeping her with me. Her eyes flutter one last time as I stand watching her in that hospital bed. My heart stops.