The Huntsman's Heart

I gave my heart to the huntsman in exchange for a shiny red apple.

It was delicious, like his pretty smile. 

My stepmother taught him well how to charm the organs out of love struck girls.

I gave my heart to the huntsman in exchange for a black hole.

From my chest I extracted a messy bleeding lump to satisfy his lust.

But he had nothing to give in return. 

No not one bloody chamber.

Not one pulsating vein. 

Just a hollow space where romance passed to die,

like a short sighted fool.

As I watched him flee the woods with my heart in tow,

my face it drained as white as snow. 

I gave my heart to the huntsman in exchange for a glass coffin.

Some methodone to ease the pain,

and a Valium to help me sleep at night.