The Woman Without a Heart

another poem...


I didn't know I was without a heart
until you told me
until you showed me the emptiness I had
you opened up my chest
to find out for yourself
I never knew that what I thought I felt was lies
the feelings you said were simply lies
the blood from my wounds imagination
the fluttering in that cavern when you walked by, when you came close
was just an illusion, you told
and now that you've gone
to examine another patient
I've found that you must be correct
for when I look inside now, the illusion is gone
there's nothing there that beats or feels or bleeds
I should thank you for your service
I should praise your expertise
but I can't seem to see the city for the streets