Nucleus

She knelt down, to pick it up.
A shard pricked her finger
The tiny teardrop of blood blossomed
shiny, free...visceral.

What use is blood
when it runs its course, in vain
never arriving, never leaving.
always an indelible stain

Holding together shreds
Fighting demons
To which the body caves
Only to fail, in the end

Give me a love
that cannot die
that cannot live
with deadened will

Give me a heart
That will beat with mine
That will ease my ache
That will make me whole