Bowed before the mirror, sitting on her legs
One hand on her thigh, a phone in the other
Her braids plunging deep out of her skull
To form a vigorous, twisted braid bun
Which leaves a brown shadow hanging
as it flows and runs down her face
and melts down her body
covering the goosebumps dancing on her skin
(dancing to her wavering pulse)
Her shadows outmatched, by the piercings on her nipple
Her silver braids outshone, by the witness on her window
The Silver Sunlight, as it pierces through the rain
Before badging into the room, hurrying to get a taste
Of its warm tongue upon her skin, licking away her pain
and brushing away her goosebumps, slowly without haste
Before licking along her shoulders, and sliding down her chest
Cleansing the shadows, as it runs down the line that parts her breasts
Before embracing her areola with a kiss,
and hearing her voice as she raises her hand in a hist
"I'm sorry mom and dad, but without him I'm amiss"
"Wish you hadn't interfered, my heart now drowns in a sorrowful cyst"
"If you're watching this it's too late, I'm off to find "inner peace"
Before It watched her breathe deeply, and sliced open her right wrist
Until it too shocked and chocked off her piercings
And plunged onto her thighs, blood raining from her left arm
and coughed out its last silver lighting
Its presence unfelt by her palm
As she felt back and shuddered in a pool of blood
Before the darkness rushed in and closed the curtains
And befell upon her and her shadow, like a rug
Her own beauty and nudity smudged, above her favourite carpet's patterns
Her mind still spinning,
Her fractured pulse still running,
But her broken heart slowly writhing