Good, Bad, Batter

by Madam Z

Stealing is bad. Especially when you steal someone's heart and beat it up so bad that it almost stops beating and then throw it back in someone's face and say you don't want it anymore. And then you skip town and even the policeman on the beat can't find you, but as long as I have a pulse, I'll remember how fast my heart used to beat when we made love. Even though it was make-believe love, it felt really good, so good that I didn't feel your hand in my pocket, grabbing my heart, my liver, my kidney and anything else you wanted. You wanted me, I thought then, and even now I think you did, at least until you didn't anymore. And that was really bad.

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Madam Z, author of Life is Cliche, lives, loves, and writes unpublished stories in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, though her heart is still in her native California, which makes it extremely difficult to do much aerobic exercise.