The heart wants


And the straw man said,

give me a heart Mr. Wizard.

He must have thought,

brave of heart,

wondered about heart string,

the beat,

faster for the very bad and very good.

The blood rushing.

He never thought of a heart that breaks.

The agony wrought by it.

A heart to love,

hearts can bleed,

that they hurt.

In the frozen aftermath,

it would be carved out,

and handed to him sans wizardry.

Take it! Mr. Strawman.

She holds out the thumping tattered thing.

raises her torn, ragged heart in offering.

Mr. Strawman,

you think you want a heart?

Please help yourself to mine.


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