The Greed of Ms Kelder
She keeps a jar of hearts in her broom closet
She has sold off her own heart to buy his
And his and his and his
He sees the jar
Where’s your heart? He asks
Not there, not in there, she says reaching for the knife
I’ve buried it in the garden and nothing will grow there
He sees the knife and takes the jar
I’ll break it
I only want your heart, she cries moving closer
Give me your heart
Give me your love
The knife is beatifully clean
He hesitates and shouts
I’ll give you mine but then you must vow to never take another
She licks her lips
sinks the cold metal into his chest
His life escapes him with a whisper
Cradling the tiny warmth in her hand
She cries
I wanted your love, your love
She has sold off her own heart to buy his
And his and his and his
He sees the jar
Where’s your heart? He asks
Not there, not in there, she says reaching for the knife
I’ve buried it in the garden and nothing will grow there
He sees the knife and takes the jar
I’ll break it
I only want your heart, she cries moving closer
Give me your heart
Give me your love
The knife is beatifully clean
He hesitates and shouts
I’ll give you mine but then you must vow to never take another
She licks her lips
sinks the cold metal into his chest
His life escapes him with a whisper
Cradling the tiny warmth in her hand
She cries
I wanted your love, your love