In my mind...
I pull my heart out of my chest. I look at it as it beats in my hand, strong yet fragile. Blood flows down my hand and makes a somewhat macabre-esque stain on the carpet.
I squeeze and feel my breath constrict. A sharp pain in my belly rises then falls swiftly. Less a flutter, more a karate kick, and tears unexpectedly gather in the corner of my eyes.
I reach up, mingling salty tears with blood, and smear my cheeks with it, newly christening myself a version of a modern warrior princess. The heart in my hand beats wildly, and I say a fond farewell to the last loving beats.
After a few more beats...
In a case fashioned from iron, I rest my gentle heart inside, sealing it shut. Slamming it. When it is done, I thrust my iron-clad heart back in my chest and go on. I go on to not just wage a war. But to win one.