Mama why is my heart fake
Why am I a fake that doesn't bleed even when torn?
Everyone asks if you know winter too
Do you know why my fingers, like dry branches, are sad?
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A small house standing on the frozen ground at the edge of the village
It was always quiet. The child living in that house had no heart.
No, to be exact, it had a fake heart.
The heart, made of metal, beat regularly,
There was no blood or warmth inside.
People have been around children since they were young.
I realized that I was being weird.
When a child is injured, oil flows instead of red blood.
When I tried to cry, only a hard sound came out instead of tears.
People looked at him and whispered, "Don't you know winter too?"
"Why are your fingertips as lifeless as dry branches?"
One day, the child asked his mother.
"Mama, why is my heart fake?"
Mama said, holding the child tightly.
"You don't know how lucky I am to be alive like this."
But Mama's voice was trembling.
The child could sense that it wasn't true.
That night, the child lay awake alone in the deep darkness.
It was snowing outside the window.
He touched the glass with his fingertips.
The cold window felt like his own hand.
A lifeless, frozen feeling.
“It’s because I’m fake,” the child muttered to himself.
The child left the house. Footprints were left in the snow.
But soon he saw that even the footprints were fading away.
It was as if I was gradually disappearing from the world.
When they reached the edge of the forest, the child knelt down.
He cleared his throat.
I felt the cold vibration of the metal heart.
"Why am I a fake that doesn't bleed even when torn?"
The child looked up at the sky and screamed,
The world gave no answer.
Cold snow covered his face.
And at that moment, he realized.
"I can't be real."
He held his frozen hands like dry branches,
I lay quietly in the snow.
The mechanical heart was still beating regularly.
But it is not for sustaining life,
It just wouldn't stop.
As dawn came, thicker snow piled up over the child's body.
From afar, Mama cried out his name,
The child did not respond any further.
Buried in the snowThe fake heart was still beating quietly.