Heart

She has a big heart.
Tremendously big. It really is an odd thing.
But it’s because she does the right thing.
She does what is necessary for her survival.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
She gobbles one up and hers grows twice as big.
And that’s just how it works.
I’m talking about hearts here.
Do you get the picture? No?
Her heart feeds off of other hearts.
Hearts of all kinds.
The darkest ones she prefers.
But she wouldn’t mind the smaller ones.
Mmmmm… so tender.
She likes black hearts.
Red hearts.
Blue hearts.
Broken hearts
Happy hearts
She doesn’t discriminate.
I mean, how could she? She has such a big heart.