Aquarium Eyes

A poem based on Janet Fitch's book "Paint It Black" <3

Her eyes were black with it; Sadness.

She felt heavy, dark circles around her eyes.

Her irises shining cold blue.

 

How could this be happening?

How could he be dead?

He had been painting, his soft pianist hands cradeling the brush.

Yesterday; a smear of yellow paint on his delicate cheekcone while he stood bathed in the fading light.

 

Now, he was cold and bruised.

His dark purple lips looked painted on.

Not at all like her lovers lips.

 

No! It wasn't him! It couldn't be.

Those pale eyes weren't his.

Not his vibrant green.

Those aquarium eyes I loved to look at me.

<3