Fist
She takes her heart
Holds it in her palms
And scrutinises every finger print
That has left it's dirty mark
She squeezes it between her fist,
Watches as the blood
Runs through her knuckles,
Trickles down her arm,
Dripping from her elbow
And she sobs,
Saltless tears...
© Nathalie Pownall 2006