THE ASHTRAY GIRL IN GRAVITY

Empty like crystals

Your eyes

As

They cry

And all of you is breaking

As you wish you could die.

The easy way out

The silk and the velvet,

What’s wrong with this picture?

I need to console it.

In tatters

Torn like

A child’s delicate features,

Warped and twisted

like hell’s evil creatures,

growls and screams coat the room

and the rose petals fall all to soon,

the clouds

and the sky

and the floor as you fall

when all at once you

were not standing tall,

reaching into the pain and despair

pulling out nothing

that always was there.