My Heart

My heart is a vestigial organ

One I no longer require

Dried out and wilting, a derelict building

Surrounded with rusty barbed wire

My heart is for sale, only used once

Average to poor condition

No longer functions, but fit for display

In the offices of a mortician

My heart is the rain on a window

An autumn leaf, dead on the ground

My heart is a bag of cats dumped in a river

Even though they were already drowned