Heartbeats Sacrifice

Her soul played my electric heartstrings,
like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar.
Made music, set fire, and trashed
that screaming red instrument.
Leaving a mangled maroon mess
on the stage of my ribcage.
My melodic blood on her lips,
as she still chews
on the broken remnants
of a couple of heartstrings.

Off she’ll go,
on to the next guitar
for tomorrow’s show.