“I love you” she said
and saw immediately
from the laughter in his eyes
that this was amusing to him,
funny in that nasty, sneering way.
She’d offered her heart on a plate.
He’d taken it from her,
sliced it up
and swallowed it down,
then belched it out with a look.
She swaddled the remains,
pulled them to her breast
and made a hasty retreat.
Hazel Ward 