The artistry of the moment
is tangled 
in the fading tatters
of her breath.

She inhales 
the emptiness,
trying to fill up 
her delicate confusion
with something real,
but a storm is brewing
and her hands 
are slashed open

She was abandoned,
left to lick her wounds,
left to heal the place
where her heart 
used to beat.

Now she stands alone
as the rain falls, 
mingling with the blood
of old scars,
until all her pain has been
washed away.

And she can breathe deep
the free air
again.

No second thoughts.

No backwards glances.


©2005