Blood So Blue

She bleeds of blood so blue;
legs hang loosely over hard wicker
and paisley beads drip
unhurriedly on cellphone skin
once satiny ripe.
Sweet crimson beats pervade
her consciousness, a virtual
attic of opened chests
some treasured, but mostly
unpleasant with crossbones
and skulls,
dark memories sharply overwhelm.
Her eyes flutter, wetting
her chiseled cheek
then widen,
her clenched hand releases the crumpled
rose,
petals fall softly as its thorns leaves scars.