Collecting His Jar of Hearts

Prologue

• • •

I used to be his Harley Quinn and he was always my Joker. 

Two people who embraced their insanity and the wounds the world caused together.

So how did we end up here?

Bruises, cuts, burns,

Red and blue flashing lights,

Drugs alcohol and traumatizing memories

Rain pouring down as a being higher than ourselves is crying 

A baby who has no idea what’s going on

And you are Gone.

Nowhere to be found 

But I know in my heart this isn’t the end

Because you will not stop till I’m 6ft buried under the ground