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…….

 

 

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