Streaked violet hair,

Falling on her face.

Tears,

Falling on rose-petal cheeks.

Tears like the rain outside.

Her hands, like window shield wipers,

Wipe away the tears,

Only to make room for more.

She drives blindly,

Down the familiar gravel path.

Exiting the car

She is soaked in minutes.

Black and purple hair sticking to her face.

She slips silently through the massive gates,

Navigating her way to the guardian angel.

Around the cold, carved marble she collapsed,

A fresh wave of tears falling from already red eyes.

The angle understood.

The angel knew she needed help,

That blue eyed girl,

Because the anger could still see the bouncing pigtails.