July 11, 2000

I am backless 
Rip, cut, torn down 
I bleed profusely 
Leaving trails everywhere. 
My blood river, 
Dam has burst. 
Everything dying now, 
This once vast land, now 
Wasted and barren, 
Reeking of death 
Organs scattered everywhere 
Dried, blood clotted already 
My recognizable parts 
Shattered 

On the ground I hear a rhythm 
Sound of hope 
Hanging on. 
I walk towards the beat. 
I walk faster. 
Beat gets stronger 
Calling me 
Wanting to be salvaged. 
I get closer and realize that it is 
Two not one part.
The grotesque shapes shake me.
I do not know if I am frozen with 
Fear or grief
The will of wanting to help surges forth
The scene - a failed suicide or 
Self defense?
I look for needles, the pins
Safety pins to mend the wound.
Faulty fingers find friction with flesh
Pricks and stitches trickle what life remains left.
I cry, but careful enough not to splatter salty tears on the parts.
With what string I have left 
I mend my heart.