She stained herself with art
You can’t erase the mark
Petals perpetually falling
Words on repeat in her head
She smiled through tears
“I marked myself”.
At last she tired of tears
Gloomy Mondays between bars
Opening the lockless doors
She danced across the asphalt
Arms flailing through gasps,
“I’ll be okay.”
She settled into a solitary routine
Drives through windy roads
Dates with her stack of books
Puke drafts bearing her heart
Then one night, the weeping stopped.
“Good night.”
She was free in body and heart
Still so young, so much life unread
Opened her home to a feline companion
Stroking her fur, she whispered,
“I’m okay.”