J'suis.

Oh no, the lock!
It has broken.
Jammed
Shut
Whatever shall he do?
The key,
It is too small.
No potion can fix its size.
And the heart,
It is locked tightly in a box
Too small for its size,
Spilling over the sides,
Her insides,
Her lifeblood,
Black as a bruise
Bloomed
Too soon.