Saving Grace

Saving Grace

Look at the angel brought down to this -
Scars so deep you can't see them on the surface.
She holds out her broken heart
Rivers of blood, rivers of blood on the carpet,
Invisible to anyone but us.
I can see it, see her grief;
New to her, old to me
It looms above her head like a cloud,
Dark, grey, threatening, loud.
Familiar scenes, so many tuned sour -
Why do they come to me?
"Save me" she says, looking pathetic,
Trying to be brave.
We sit across from each other, me and Grace
I reach out a hand and trace
The sticky trail of tears down her face
With my fingertips.
I take her broken heart and patch it up
With sellotape,
Place it back in her chest,
Dispel the cloud of grief with air freshener.
I pat her knee, say
"It'll be okay."
I hoover up the blood
And send her on her way.