Like a kleptomaniac,
she surreptitiously pockets wretched souls.
And when she has had her hearts fill
she stashes them away in a remote corner
not bothering to look their way,
letting them gather dust,
just content in the knowledge that they are there.
She duels for shattered dreams.
Like an ace athlete craving for trophies
she would do anything to win them.
She has them proudly on display
unreachable in the glass case that is her mind,
the most magnificent smash patterns
on the front line.
Like a miser building a cache of coins,
she collects withered loves
and buries them deep in the earth.
only she herself is aware where they are hidden.
She keeps her treasure safe from the world
only to be retrieved and used when she needs them.
She chases after drooping guts
like an exuberant kite runner
and scoops them into her arms.
She carries them with her to her shiny abode
and pins them to her bedroom walls.
The way she speaks about these others,
you would wonder, she had pulled all the strings.
And she collects broken hearts,
only to keep them in reserve.
She likes to save them for a rainy day
for when she is bored senseless,
she likes to break things.
So today when its raining outside,
she sits wondering which she should go about breaking
all over and over again !!!
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