Things That Bang

Bleed. I bleed dark and deep. I bleed for you. Sheets are stained, limp are my limbs. You watch life seep away from my eyes. There is not much that I can do but love what you are. Ruby tears trail down your cheeks, my blood; our blood together in sorrow bleeds from within and affirms to the tragic play of life and death.
You gasp my hand as I die. I gasp my last breath and the world darkens, my love for you darkens. Blood curls and heats in my belly, my veins, and my heart surges with blood that isn’t mine. You course within; your memories bring me alive.
I scream awake, a newborn baptized by abomination, I shudder and quake, all muddled in the lives you lived, they race through my mind, the women you loved, the loves you lost, the pain, the pleasures, the eternal sadness.
I squirm; I twist in the pool of blood, so much blood – giver of life, taker of life, how many taken but only one given- my life gifted but with the tainted wish of an eternal love.