Lyrical Flow

She cut the wire,
She broke the vein,
She fanned the fire,
Allowed the blood to stain the floor and warp the wood with a red crimson glow,
She bit her lips with a lyrical flow,
And how he wanted that.
Wanted to see what the sun could not show
In the light painted pictures like broken glass
Refracting light that did not mean anything more than the light that passed through it.

With a verbal tongue and a broken tooth he created a planet that spanned time and her mind body and chest,
Which rang out from her body like bells ringing for a lost cause that means nothing to him, nothing more than the sounds that echoed.

The vents blew fire from her eyes ears and through her muddy tears
Smearing her make up.
The same make up made for him
Caked and battered to hide the spots, the marks, from where the fist hit the pavement.
She sat with a lyrical flow
Jaws wired closed from broken bones.
She is alone in a house with another
She is the last sinner casted with stones.

Does your body hurt?
Does it feel any pain?
Do your tears glow from your broken veins?
Where do your lips turn when a cold wave covers your frame?
What does your body mean when it is only a name?