She had the richest,
The purest, the original,
And the most beautiful heart.
People envied her.
Several tried to steal,
To snatch, but couldn't.
Pain was what she got,
Betrayal, treachery,
Her heart started
To burn little by little.
They tore her skin,
Blood dripping.
They cut open her flesh;
Deep in the muscles,
Inside a cage was her
Heart. But wasn't
What expected. They
Wanted a rich, pure,
Original, beautiful heart,
But came upon a
Black, burned out one,
Only ashes left.
- Zayana Cullen
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