Bloody Hope

And she stares down at the bloodied ground,
Her heart lifeless now, its beats, a dim memory.
How can one survive with a heart in this condition?
Decimated and desecrated, love can be infectious.
Her heart's domicile, made of her ribcage, ripped out,
Bones lying on the floor, all askew, some broken.
The tears that descent from her eyes, pours down like the rain,
They fall upon the ground, scorching the very places they land.
Beneath her teary veil, she stares down at her empty chest,
At the blackness, that stares back from deep within, staring.
As she takes a closer look, the blackness shifts in its color,
Like a chameleon changing from the color of the tree, to leaves.
The color changes to russet, with the subtle hint of a smile, his eyes.
The sight of him, her chest seems to tighten, blood seeps to the floor.
Her trembling knees give out, his name whispering, across her chapped lips.
Her nails dig into the ground, they rip off,
As his whispering name, becomes a scream, a desperate plea.
His laughter drifts around the room, like a haunting phantom.
Her cobalt eyes drift shut, tears laced with pain, still spilling.
The way his body lined hers, asleep in their dreams, his touch.
With the help of imagination, a touch of desperation,
He is there, a ghost, built up out of memories.
Hope gently touches her heart, a pathetic attempt at a beat.
As a butterfly to flower, her eyes flutter open.
Alas, she wasn't hearing things, her heart beat, once again.
Hope whispered things, tried to make them okay.
Her heart starts to race; the memories start to play.
She clutches onto him, the last of her life left; hope,
She grips tightly, she cannot let go, it is all she has.
Whispering his name over, and over in a chant,
Her eyes take her to sleep, dreams take her from reality,
To his arms, to what things could have been, what they will be.