...
when we said goodbye
the clouds were dressed in grey velour suit
with hollow silver stones for buttons
the sun hid behind the moon
the moon jumped inside the shadow of the nite
& as the winds heavily sang in dark tones
i wondered...
is my mascara running?
because the shelter of love has crumbled
into a thick red mud around my being
& these raindrops are aiming themselves
as if they want to break my porcelain face
even tho im already shattered
because of the beating
the eyes of my soul took
when you walked away
leaving me
with black watercolors
...
['bleeding mascara' pix by little-blue-book]