The Stone and the String and the Mother They Murdered

My nails are getting long so I might as well dig in puncture my chest skin this (fatuous?) doe the scent of fresh blood wafting as my digits wade deeper I pull out a stone, smooth and slightly porous with a single red string tied neatly around Smash it, gnash it the scarlet line frays I catch a glimpse of precious stuff inside I chip my teeth to chew and swallow the glimmering mass filling me whole I am illuminated, glorious harrowed as an orphan fawn