She crawled on the floor,
Gathering jarred pride and
Scattered broken viridian wings.
Her cerulean skin bled love
and Carbon kohl
Flowed with black dreams.
Unbuttoned beige spirit,
stared the mirror.
Her face had an archaic smile
as well as fresh terror.
Unburnt scarlet poems and
carmine petals flew all around
Her veil holds the cobalt raindrops
of a rainy night that had no sound.
Near the pane before prussian sky,
she held grey smoke.
Befogging his silhouette, his sight.
