Game. Match. Point.

I sat there

lay there in silence

knowing

the ping-pong match

was far from over

as the ball

was passed

from my court

to his

I kept wanting more

I kept the deepest

fear

knowing

eventually

the ball would

drop

the game would

be over

and I would

once again

be broken

with my tears

and the blood

from my 

heart

surrounding me

once again left alone to

remove the shards of glass embedded 

and so carefully 

angled into my heart

Reviews

[rudelizard]

I am really digging your style Anna. I feel like you were after my own heart with this one. Loved it! Another excellent piece.