thrown between lover and lover and love
she is overtaken by the symbolism
nurses, clad in black, three of them
then reaching she tries to climb high,
grasping heartstrings, pulled out of the mire
reaching out to anyone, anyone up there who will see her
when once again, her nurses beckon
clad now in red, blood red, blood. red. anguish.
she goes down, not in pride but in dignity.