Locate. Eviscerate. Annihilate

Eviscerate the very fiber of my being that weakens me to the point of my demise. 

Locate, Eviscerate, Annihilate. 

Watch the weakened organ wither slowly to it's demise, throbbing immensely at first, 

& then

slowly, slowly it begins to fade. . . 

Fade into a memory of what we used to be and never will become. 

The Heights of greatness for which we were destined won't ever be reached due to reasons unexplained, unbeknownst, undiscovered. 

But how will I survive, she wonders, if he takes my most vital organ?

How will I go on breathing, being? 

Will I throw out the slept in sheets, never drive with the windows down again...

Will I cease to exist, to be...

will I cease to be without him? 

There really is only one elucidation. 

Locate, Eviscerate, Annihilate. 

Destroy.