The Stolen Heart Poem by Aria Quimby

Darkness surrounds me
The only light, given off by the flames that consume me
Alone I lie
Immune to the feeling of heat

Finally he enters
His weapon of choice in hand
It is a dull pocket knife
The pain it's brought to many has been more than imaginable

He walks to me
Inflammable
Untouched by the flames
They part as he bends down above me

I see the faces of past fears flash in his eyes
The helpless children he has brought torture to
As he reaches down to my heart
I feel the tip of the knife digging in

The dull blade against my heated skin causes me to scream
I look down and see him carving out my heart

Dripping from my chest the black blood I have grown to recognize
I feel the blade ripping away my skin
Digging deeper and deeper into my chest
Pulling my treasure out, he grins
His horribly malicious grin

As he takes my heart in hand
He turns
Walking away
Leaving me screaming in pain

For I know he will not let me forget this torture
Even as I take my final breath
Taste the saltiness of my final tear
Scream with my last bit of air

I know he has done his job
Taken my life
To preserve his
A true monster at heart

A heart that is not his own.