Tin Man: Back to reality

It was a lie.
You Smiled your smirk, spitting the words through the creases of your teeth.
This blob.
I knew that's all it was, just inside a cage of bones.
It beats over and over.
Slower.

A knife imprinted like a cows brand on my heart.
Jabbed over, and over, and over, and over.
Twisting. Turning. In. Out.
The decay of it circling my nostrils.
Coming out through my ear drums,
and the eyelids sewn on my face.

Walking to my little shack.
The lion runs past, nose straight up in the air.
He promised he'd always stop to hug.
He doesn't. Hasn't since we've been back.
I pull his mane towards me, he resists.
No hugs to be found.
The beat to my blob slows,
In. Out. Turning. Twisting.

I see the scarecrow looking on from a far, his lips sewn shut.
No words spoken as I yell at him.
Twist. Turn.
His feet become absent from my sight.
In. Out.
Where are the words he promised?

Dorothy cuts me off by my tree and leans against it.
"I'll always see you" she promised before.
Yet she sees right through, to the knife instead.
Sitting in the hole of the tree.
She lengthens her hand to the tip of the handle
Twists. Turns. Out.
Half moons appear in place of her eyes as she giggles.
White pops out from between her lips, her smirk.
I whimper.

In.

The red drips like water from a broken faucet, straight on to her shoes.
Her clacking them together, over and over.