Jelly-like heart. Runny, like threads of kombucha. Transparent, and sometimes
on my sleeve.
Flexible and invisible it can wrap itself around your confusing, ever-changing direction. Today it can love you and tomorrow it will find a new direction, and lust, maybe. A new lust.
It used to be a whole piece. Red and plastic-y, shaped in the traditional manner. It was bolder and held fast. Until it broke and re-built itself into a jelly blob that moves and can love you and hate you in the same incandescent strand.