Into his eyes

she stares, her lips tremble

sweat rivulets.


A scar tingled

old memories flare

tears rivulet.


A competition

four eyes gaze the window, as

raindrops rivulet down.


Tired of the world

she opens the gate of life

and blood pours out.


Work is to pump blood,

aches for the various

emotions instead.


A jealous rage

over centuries of war

each demands only blood.