Stone Heart

Each grab at it feels cold
cold agaist my love line, life.
Those bundles I cradled, cloth between hearts
Another grab
with each the grey, blue, blackness
unconsenting, unsuspecting, always is

Another and Another
lead in my belly
the wolf in the story but nobody can sew me up again
to feel the pull, the grey, blue, blackness

Another grab and I am done
they will have me
grey, blue, black heart
what will become of them