the charcoal skies are bleeding

ashes and the stars are bursting open;

dust rests on the surface of her cheeks

as she becomes one with destruction;

the skies are cracking open for the world to see.

crimson red runs along her open chest

dripping from the gaping wounds;

wine stains on your leather sofa

your collar reeks of infidelity;

the scent of heartbreak still lingers in the air.

butterflies erupting from the bottom of her stomach

she bleeds lava through her scorching veins;

their wings are scratching at her throat

her mouth a graveyard of hope deceased;

the consequences of her actions clog her mind with unfiltered emotions.

thunder erupts in the dead of the night

cackles loudly at her attempts at sleeping;

sending showers of rain through her window

gently tapping and piercing every painted bruise;

oil on canvas, skin on skin, he paints a masterpiece of black and blue.

fight fire with fire, she was told

till he chokes on your ashes;

till the fire is put out by your tears

and the ships inside you drown

in the oceans flowing through your veins.