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.