Cheap red wine
and broken glass
digging
into
my fingers
blood stained prints
on clear blue glass
that never wash
the words away
I can't see
for all the light
that's shining
down my veins
Let me forget
the dance of loss
and let us
start to sing

And the blood
it stained her neck
And the tears
they stained her heart
And the night
it stained her soul

but for all the stains
at last she felt
vivid
full of color and life
at last