A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #104 – write in the poetry genre

after the blood, the board still basks in a glow

There was blood under her fingernails
and on her tongue
and on the very board
upon which she played

But there was love as well:
warmth on her fingertips,
songs in her ears
and a glow on the board
that she longed to coax
aflame again.

By all rights she should have
never looked back, but she
loved it too much, twisted
though it was.

Was this a twisted,
unhealthy love?
If so, she couldn't help
but be unhealthily
in love.