• stares at the heart in her hand,
    watch it glimmer in the light,
    reflecting light onto her face
    so lovely
    cracked, pieces missing
    broken and bruised
    she looks up
    the wall,
    filled with those who cracked the heart
    those who made her broken
    the looks back at hear glass heart,
    and throws it
    the heart shatters,
    with a satisfying tinkle
    an echo of a scream
    she walks up to the pile that was a heart,
    and grinds it,
    into dust
    beneath her foot
    and walks away
    away from an empty wall
    away from the pile of dust that was a heart
    and begins to live again
    without a heart.