It hurts for a little, smarts even, when someone throws away your heart. It screams in its ribcage and slams against it, again and again. Raw and bloody it bleeds, over and over, till it feels like no blood is left. Everything has been drained. Then miraculously, it heals. Scab-covered and beaten it resumes, with heartbeats resolute. The ribcage that restrained it becomes its protector…forever keeping it safe…as long as it remembers not to care.