Incision

Crimson seeps, smirking

from the open wound of

what could have been

Foresight is a stronger sound

than the whispers of regret

Unnatural entry,

cuts that separate heroes

from their legends and

force their bearers into tombs

Violent beginnings, violent ends

A crumpled form

leaned against wall and frame

stalks slowly to meet her needs

Three years past, reflections are murky

Each step takes a lifetime