Oh, these beautiful words
carved across her skin...

She's slipping under
reach for her hand...

Black and white lines,
colors disappear...

Mascara smudges
visible in the reflection...

It's funny how aloneness
can come rushing quickly in...

Tornado realities
spinning out of control...

She fell, breaking her crimson lines
And discovered something radical, change...

Time trickles down
and she can feel her heart break...

She's screaming
so loud it hurts her lungs...

In my garden
the lillies grow...

Sure, her art's a different kind
but she's breaking from her shell...

A burning sense
a little desire...