Blood Circle

She walks through the streets looking into strangers faces.

Their blank stares leave her cold and empty.

Food turns to ash on her tongue.

There is no pleasure.

She searches but finds nothing.

She doesn't know why she continues.

She doesn't know where the strength comes from.

She doesn't see Him behind her, watching over her, keeping her safe.

She doesn't know He holds the key to her.

She locks the doors, keeping the strangers out.

She hides in the dark, bloody knife next to her.

Red flows in a river to His feet and back again.

The circle is complete.

She is not alone.

He is there inside her, around her.

They are a part of each other.

Ever growing and changing, feeding each other.

Forever, they will live.