Blood Stained Stone

A whimper came across her
pain shot through her body
as she knelt down by the head stone
a tear stained the cold stone
a dead flower fell to pieces under the tightening of her fists
her head felt heavy as her sanity floated away
she couldn't speak, or breathe
she slammed her face into her hands, hiding from herself
a stream of tears trickled out from between her fingers
she tasted salt, salt and regret and pain
her hair stung her face as it slapped her in the wind
lips, ached from crying herself to sleep for the past three years
her throat, burned due to waking up, mid-scream
several wet eyelashes stopped her from opening her eyes
she placed her hands on the edges of the grave stove
she drew back immediately,
only to find her finger tips bloodied and cut and burning with dirt
she couldnt speak what she needed to say
so she painted it on the gravestone, in her own blood
she left the gave site at one to return at six later this morning
as the gravekeeper walked the grounds the next day
something disturbed him
scrawled across a stone in red
were two little words, that burned his skin when he touched them
'im sorry'
later, the blood was identified, as that of the body beneath the stone