Bully

I want to stomp your heart
all over the playground
and hand it back to you
in a gift-wrapped box
from Nordstroms
(maybe I come from a rich neighborhood!
you don't know!
kids shop there all the time, right?
God I'm old...)
accidentally forgetting to include
the gift receipt
(I *know* that kids do this
because they're fucking picky and awful.
"I didn't want this! Where's my gift receipt?"
Whine whine whine
I HATE THEM)
so you can look through the wreckage
of blood
and
more blood
and whatever else hearts are made of
maybe muscle?
and never, ever forget me