To Her

Here's to dying, rueful eyes,
beautiful but made to cry;
to a mouth too choked to sing, 
and ears that can't hear anything.

Here's to needles 'neath the skin,
burning just to be on him;
to the blood that swells and drips,
reminiscent of his lips.

Here's to spasms of tortured flesh,
strong until she 'came bereft,
and palpitations in her chest;
heartbeats fading with her best.

Here's to shrieks and severed bone,
the fleeing of her mobile home;
to a new found heart of stone,
broken with a warning.

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