Pale Stained Crimson

grinding her teeth together
catching her tongue in her anger
growling
ferocious
feral

resigned
her heart from love
condemned into hate—
bitter enclosing darkness
surrounding
every sensible way of escape

a cry—
desperate
longing hidden deep
beneath the many layers
she covers herself

could be it him
the darkness now shines
with pinpricks of stars—
the moon singing
seemingly innocent lullaby

blood runs hot
straight into the open
waiting jaws of temptation
snarls and screams
devour once peaceful air
struggling to gain freedom

“meet me in the morning”
he calls
on divine white sands
under a cheerily glowing sun

the day turning darker
as she cries
shrinking away
from a corpse—
not his
though it should have been

innocent pale stained
with unforgiving crimson
forever raging between heart and head

black ink
leaking
across helpless and disheveled paper
cast out
with the burden
bore upon
her
desecrated heart
and
weeping mind

soul waiting
eternally
for it all to end
the fire
to no longer burn
to be quenched
by calming waters

truth
denial
anger
best suiting
her weary body
for the time being

she grits her teeth
catching her tongue

tasting blood.