the blood of affliction falls on Terra's
open pores aching rivers creep far below the
surface along fault lines until they find her heart
where they hang around to form icicle shaped
deposits dripping dripping ever dripping
spouts of pain from stalactites
into colored pools of
oiled regret
forming
stone
pillers
while it’s
too late for
her ever returning
her eyelids half closed
with succumb jaded from the

lack of comprehension being tossed
from tranquility and parked on gutters
edge where exposed and powerless
she dozes as mine own heart
wept cold dark rivers
aching