blood and honey

She took out her heart
(and shook it all about)
it dripped with honey and blood
she felt the hot viscous fluid
slide lusciously between her fingers
heard the drip drip drip
Splat on the concrete floor
his studio austere
white white white
all the while he stitched and scratched
and bound his stories
into tight bundles
not looking up not smelling
the ferrousness not hearing
the timpatic drips
not seeing the pleasure
in her eyes

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time a woman lived in a cave. Heart broken. Each morning she went to the nearby forest to collect sticks for her fire. Each stick smelt of despair.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time
there was a woman who lived in a cave
with her ghosts for companions
Stars Moons Sky she sang
And the woman agreed
Swing Low Sweet Chariot he sang
And the woman agreed
Rest Your Weary Head On My Shoulder
And the woman agreed
The tunes she hummed
were all without a chorus