Little Box of Hearts

“Ooooooh —
Oh!
My heart
Has been ripped out of my empty chest
With force
Oh yes – your force!
My heart
My poor heart.
Your hand. On my heart. Grasping! And then you take it
And put it
In your box
Your box of hearts.”

Is hopefully the worst poem that any of us will ever have to read.

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David Baillie is a freelance writer and artist. Born almost thirty years ago in Scotland, he now lives and works in the East End of London.