Seek not my heart; the beasts have eaten it

Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.

Ne cherchez plus mon cœur; des monstres l’ont mangé.

My heart's like a wounded beast, clawing me in its death-throes . . . My stomach's a bottomless pit, my mouth a funnel of fire. Hunger and thirst, hunger and thirst . . .

I was plagued by a heavy sense of loss, as if my heart had become empty.

My body is a monster driven insane,
My heart is a fish toasted in flames.

My heart is like the failing hearth
Now by my side,
One by one its bursts of flame
Have burnt and died.

It was also my violent heart that broke.

All dark, all bloody, my heart,

The flames of the heart consumed me, and the mind
Is but a foolish wind.

Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds.

- New Heart

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Take hope from the heart of man and you make him a beast of prey.