A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Tom/Hepzibah, #048 – pulse, the If You Dare Challenge, #782 – the key to my heart, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #010 – bottle, and for the Star Challenge, Acrux.
A Larger Poetry Collection
110. Too Cold
They were both adept in business, to a degree:
both so charming and yet so greedy,
both with their hearts locked up tight
that it was almost like a game
which one of them would fall when they came
face to face.
It was her of course; he was less than human by then
and his heart locked away, but hers was so easy to open
with the choice words that a businesswoman should really know
were false
But she was entertaining at least, and she had items of value he desired
so he stole the thudding heart from her chest and put
a dead piece of soul from her own into it.
Of course, he didn't stay to see her last breath;
he could have, but it was too romantic a notion for him
and she was too old and flimsy to entertain him for that long.
Instead, he just opened the bottle and left it
to drip out until it dried.