So, creature. So, thief. What are you going to do now? My ripped-out heart is bloodied in your hands. Are you a predator? Shredding flesh as you gorge yourself on all I am. (I hope your belly's fat and full from that gourmet meal.) Or are you a surgeon? Are you brave enough to sink your hands into my ruined chest, And try to make it whole? I'm dying here while my heart drips blood on your hands. May 26, 1995 © Lela Kaunitz