paint by sorrow

she painted the ocean with salty regret, a brush made of fingerbone and eyelashes, framed with the gilded cage in which her heart always slept

as she sat alone on the couch the waters poured down her cheeks, a torrent of emotional discharge sweeping across the dark wood of the floor to pull her under

the waves of sorrow slapping the shore of her tortured soul, a waking nightmare from which no alarm can wake her, no amount of joy can penetrate

the currrents wash away the remnants of yesterday, leaving a faint foam of blood red denial to crest the rocky seas of fractured smiles among the corpse lights


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