Nails still chipped
cuticles still torn
a repetitive record of
how the days merge into
one another

She has her heart and
there is no amount of
distance or darkness that
kidnaps this heart
and steals it back to her

The world has taken her
into a territory she has met
with on several occasions and
still this rings of something
unknown, the first of love

Listening she hears her name
playing a song in her mind
distracting her from all that
a simple day offers her and
dominates her every thought

Biting her lips the blood
trickles out from an old scar
a war wound from her past
affairs.

The taste of blood soothes her
like the bite of a lover
one she has yet to
taste.

© Sia Jane