Of Battered Hearts & Bitter Coffee

Revenge

Her eyes so hollow they made a corpse' look alive,
Her heart picked at the scabs of its wounds,
"Revenge" it whispered,
Her heart as black as Erebus himself,
Gazing out of  the pearly cage in which it sat,
Playing its melancholy tunes on its bony harp.
But not today,
Today it played a funeral song,
It's gleeful voice contrasting to the eerie tune,
"Revenge" it sang, as it prepared to dance around the pyre of one of its own kind,
Across her lips spread a smile colder  than the hands of death,
"Revenge", the venom passed between her lips,
She felt herself come to life as she watched it drain from his eyes,
The beautiful crimson fountain spurting from his neck was a magical medicine,
Healing every wound on her poor heart,
Filling it with a strange happiness and a feeling of content,
"Revenge" it screamed with joy,
And for the first time in a long while did her world look beautiful again,
She felt the moon lend her eyes the light they had so long ago lost,
The breeze hummed what sounded like a tune of satisfaction to her,
She stared ahead with a smile so bright and warm one might think it was kissed by the sun,
"Thank you" she whispered,
To no one in particular,
"Thank you" her heart whispered to every witness of its resurrection,
And with that she bade her final goodbye,
As she let herself sink into the abyss of the sea,
To move on and decorate the brilliant night sky.