White mascara trailsA Poem by Heartswhispers(Kylie Jensen)No gallery opening, this was her private room the choreography, for her alone. She painted the walls the colour of her damaged heart, Black and blue, depicting bruised and broken. Through a dart gun she spat balls of dark red liquor spilling the blood, that now festered within her. She painted herself then the colour eggshell white head to toe, cracking, it displayed her frailty. She sat in the corner and admired her work of art blistered walls, bleeding truth and grievance. And the tears that fell created white mascara trails and a perfect portrayal of her minds imagery. Locking that door and cleansing in the shower she washed away all she had created. Opening the door to another place and time starting life afresh on a new blank canvas. © 2011 Heartswhispers(Kylie Jensen) |
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Added on June 6, 2011 Last Updated on June 6, 2011 Author
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