I thought it was hyperbole

I found the first one

Heart extracted from her chest

Out in the garden

The second body

Sat rotting by an oak tree

Enjoying sunsets

Body by body

It was easy to find them

Following her clues

I had to wonder

Why did she show them to us

Why did she trust us

Seventeen corpses

Seventeen victims of love

Her collection of hearts

It was poetic

It was sensuous and dark

It was beautiful

Undeniable

Oh Sushi what have you done

It wasn't fiction