i can only hear this to the tune of Amsterdam by the Dresden Dolls.
with surgery like precision
she pulls out her heart
and makes her first incision
knowing it isn’t smart
blood covered gloves
preform the ungodly act
removing offending love
leaving only veins intact
and with a hint of a smile
she sews herself shut
chokes back the bile
bubbling in her gut
soon the villagers came
pitchforks in hand
and torches aflame
they couldn’t understand
how a monster such as this
could have come from such a girl
and with a devilish hiss
the townsmen confer
this unholy abomination
we must surely kill
to be bereft of all affection
makes one a tool of the devil
but from upstairs she observes
more bored than apathetic
hard to unnerve
and unapologetic
she grips the tangled mass
which once beat so loud
throws it through window glass
and into the crowd
they gasp and they cry
while she smiles wide
they disappear in the night
because do what they might
the proof bled on the floor
no one could hurt her anymore
