Listen.
Somebody is whispering a secret
She needs us all to hear.

Look.
She has carefully removed her heart, from her chest
with a sharp edged scalpel
And placed it on a plate
Beating feebly, drained of blood.
She anxiously awaits
Our inspection and response.

With each reaction
It beats with a little more conviction.
Just a few more
And she'll be ready to return it to its place.

Tomorrow
She'll remove her heart again
And hide it somewhere close
She has to make it harder
But she'll whisper where it is.
Will you listen?
Will you search?