crimson lips and skin once

a lighter shade of rose gold

now the same shade of the

snow outside the window

on a cold december morning

splashed with freckled

constellations the shade of

summer of the last strands

of color in her pale skin //

hair of dark threads of night

with gleaming splotches of gloss

scattered over the strands of

obsidian from her scalp //

eyes pools of alluring night

sky deeper than the universe

that someone could fall into

and never come out //

a mind of shattered shards

the same shade as the sun

with fragments of memories

of blood splattered collisions

and star shaped scars and salt

tears mixing with the salt ocean

and the departing gleam of

her mother's dying eyes //

of a heart that now throbbed

with pain and loss instead

of the strands of life and

blood vessels through her

body a heart broken by the

world and the forever

whispering of departing

footsteps as she listened to

the sound of walking away //

a heart of a million shards

the size of grains of dust

carried away by childhood

friends who had forgotten her

and the pieces of her blood-

stained heart that she'd left

behind for them to keep //

of promises that were just lies

in disguise that she still held

on to because they were the

only bits of wood her soul

could hang on to as she

drowned in oceans of rose red

blood and crocodile tears of a

world that never gave a damn