Barbed Wire

They left me on the barbed wire
Left me to die
To starve
Pin-pricks picking me
Black crow
Cawing in the distance
Flying low
Watching
Waiting
Counting the faint beats
Of my beating heart

Slow the pull
Tugging my skin away
From the sharp death toll
Clambering from the wire
Feeling new ire
Saphenous vein pierced and bleeding
Into the soil
Red and leaking
A heart softly speaking

Curled in tight
One by one
Holes healing
From the fight
Mud mixing with my blood