I’ve been stabbed & stained by my own blood.

Although it was pure and painless,

the heart is deeply wounded and restless

with no compass for direction.

The eye squeezes water from the heart’s ocean.

If only the head can understand the neck’s pain.

If only a man can understand this:

a bleeding heart, red and alive,

its smell, thick & fierce as forest fire.

Vivian Oluchi Etonyeaku is the Blog Editor I for The Muse Journal No 50. She takes interest in sports, and football to be precise. She loves creating magic with her pen and gains inspiration in her quiet place after series of events. Some of her works have been published in The Muse Journal even as she writes and scouts for further publication.