A Love Poem Pt. 2

When eyeliner smudges into sadistic mosaics of sorrow swept across the peaks of my temples,

And mascara stains virgin white sclera black,

That which peers back at me with sunken in eyes,

Things of which sting:

Of poison and toxicity,

Of grime and filth, And dirt, charcoal, tar, and demise.

What a shame when sight only drives as far as this.

Spill dark agonizing streams of salt water tears into cheap 5 star pens held in non dominant hands,

Scribble with reckless abandon,

Misery in the words pain sings vocalize art when read aloud,

That of which once was death bares beauty,

Our heartbreak makes magic.

Thank you.

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