Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships

The Black Paint

Her long nails

scratched at the black paint,

on the windows, rusted shut


The darkness of her smile

glowed like the fading embers

of the house, burned

to the ground


She paused, and thought

about how the sun used to feel

before she shunned all life,

and love


The darkness of his face

painted over, like windows waiting

for someone to scratch the surface

with fingernails, like knives sharpened


His memory, fading to black…….





American living in Denmark.

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