Thieves

Damage is done

She thought all that was left

Went away when they said he was gone

Little Thieves

 

Little Thieves slither across her skin

Scraping between her ribs

Into the part of the heart that still lived,

Stealing the single beats

 

Little Thieves

Rummaging through her veins

For any traces left behind

Scarring hips and sides

Where the hands made their prints

 

Little Thieves, Little Thieves

Under the eyes

Removing the blue stars completely

And back to the heart

Where they replace her blood with venom.