Languid

I wrote a song to you today,

wondering if you would listen,

listen to the brushstrokes

as I painted you into a picture,

hoping you would see.

See all those words I had written.

 

Each word a rake across

this hellish soul.

each pen stroke a drop of blood

dripping,

drip,

drip.

 

I screamed so loudly no one heard.

their faces, ghoulish masks

scarlet lipstick,

stained teeth

gnashing

laughing.

 

I dreamt a dream about you today,

wondering if you had one, too.

Did you see me as I saw you?

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