Re-y-ne

Fierce and wild
I wish it would still.
whipping my hair
ransacking my clothes
stealing my tears.
deep in the death of
the dark.
under a bright and full
Cindy.
wishing a recovery.
praying for a return.
How, What I do
could I do
Holding my scarlet soaked
arm.
Knowing the chrisom escaping
from my leg would kill me
anymintue.
I’m content
for reasons unknown.
waiting for the grim
to take me.
sitting
my leg give out.
watching the sage
green grass become
lace with blood red
liquid.
I still love him.
my heart ripped but
not shattered.
one by one it tears a
bit more.
Cindy seems to dim
her light.
but I know it’s not
her.
it’s me.
the wind screaming,
birds crying,
crickets singing,
hopefully not sad for me.
I’m content.
in my bed of red.
I still love him.