I gave you my heart.

I           held
it                    out
cat's cradled         in small,
stroking, adoring         fingers
as one might a                secret
treasure - unweaving
                                   protective,
wreathing-ribbing,      so you
                        could
          share
in my delight and     see
as I did,               love
                     as I
          could.

You picked it up by scruff,
smelled         it,
made a pew-face,
shook         it
and when nothing valuable fell,
only shocked, newling-
mewling
and tiny rose-thorn, protest-scrabbling,
you filled
a bucket,
threatened to stick my head
in         it
and directed me
to drown
it.

And I did.

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