The Photographs-Final

Pushed myself to revise something...*proud*

He picked her for her sad eyes

That, and he knew her well.

The other model had skipped out.

He needed help, she gave it.

The four weeks apart made it...

Interesting; charged.

The locked door between them

And the tiny world of the single shower 

Provoked and pushed them.

Look up, up into the water

Get it in your eyes, let me see anguish

For then, it was pretend.

He moved to get a better angle

Improved lighting on an object.

Look like you're screaming

Your heart is broken

For the moment, it was fake.

How could she know?

Later, the same emotions,

So easily conjured.

Like you want to escape, or die

Curl into a ball, let the water burn you

It was so effortless, flawless then.

The camera flashed, preserving his

Concept of suffering in time forever

Channeled through her

A prop in the shower

A doll that he moved

To tears, or just scalding water.

Predicted emotions, dangerous

And bigger than both of them

Flood through them,

And leave them clean.

Author's Note

Better or worse than the first?