Eyes Glued Shut

Droplets redder than Beaujolais Speckled the new bone-white carpet And glued the eyes wider shut Froth does not cloak the glass shards larger than silver dollars Each sharper than a lions prong Piercing and tearing soft tissue It might as well have been my heart I thought she was my haven, sanctuary Refuge from evil gods and sometimes from good Who was I to trust? Sugar It melts in your mouth yet leaves a sour after-taste One times two And two times three Shame and more shame on me Damn Fool Stare at those stitches And the bare muscles exposed I smile and grimace She says they were self inflicted Maybe they were And maybe they were not She used to have a name It used to be Elena Now she has none She used to have a face Now she has none As she was -- she is gone Bye her – hello tiny bubbles