Black streams down her face,
Her heavy make-up, that she
Scratches into her skin,
Expires,
Exiting her every pore,
Bloody tears washing every inch, every
Black, bloody inch, so that
Nothing remains,
Save for a bloody face,
And an awakened soul.
The soul.
A home for many a sorrow,
And few joys, the only
True joys being the ones
That lead to sorrow,
Or that strengthen the sorrow.
How long she has tried, to
Scrub the blood from her
Hands, her face, her
Skin, her soul.
It settles there,
Furrowing deeper in her being,
Bleeding through here, there,
Her every defense.
Skin.
Useless against the seeping blood.
Mask.
Hides only emotion, not an entrance for blood.
Lies.
She believes them herself, but
Only her bloody tears
Are a reality.
Only her bloody tears can
Awaken her soul.
Her soul.
Awoken by the river of black
That flows like lava from her eyes,
The tributaries of blood red
That snake along her arm,
That it looks,
Not as an arm should,
Clean,
Clear,
Chocolate cream complexion,
But with the pale,
Papery feel
And criss-crossed look,
For all the world,
Of a roadmap.
He worries.
Every day, he sees those same
Bloodshot brown eyes,
And that chocolate skin,
He sees the mask,
The leis,
And he senses the pain,
Senses the blood behind
The mask, senses the
Scars beneath the sleeves.
He sees them in the corner
Of his worried mind.
He sees,
He understands,
And he begs.
He begs for her to stop,
Begs for her wounds to be his.
He places his lips on her arm,
Works his way up,
Covering his mouth in
Crimson realization,
Awakening his soul.
He makes his way
To her bloody lips,
He wipes the black
From ‘round her eyes,
Softly kissing,
Slowly understanding.
She takes comfort from
The gentleness in his eyes,
The strength in his kiss.
From him, she gets the energy
To stand up to life, to be
Sane on the brink of insanity,
To be proud in the face of failure,
To be brave.
Never before has she been brave,
Cowering behind her razor,
And her fears.
Slowly, the black turns clear,
Slowly, the bloody tears turn to
Salty water that bitters
The taste of their kiss,
Slowly, the darkness
Turns to light,
Slowly the pain
Begins to recede.
Now, the soul is
Fully awakened,
Now, the tears are
Bloody no more.
