The girl who ate her own heart.

There was girl who pulled her own heart from her chest

And ate it.

She thought it would fill her.

It did not.

The hole were her heart should have been

Stayed cold and black.

The wind whistled through it.

She thought it better, than to feel pain there again.

Better that than to give it away.

Better to eat it herself than have it eaten by another.

But she missed her heart after a while.

She missed the feeling of it in her chest,

The thump and beat and flow.

But she had eaten her heart until it was gone.

And so she had made of her heart a stone.