Anemone

She could hear me dry heaving

Pens and needles

That my aching chest was

Bleeding

The blood

Red, black, and blue

Ink

From my heart and

Eyes

Gripping onto the edge

Spilled over

My muscles painfully contracting

Tears

Its salt burning her skin like a

kiss

She lingered by like an

old friend who knew how

to listen

patiently waiting for me