Burnt emotions reside in her mind
Trickle to her finger tips

She paints her anger
As a man on a cliff top
Standing there
The gales billow his clothes

She paints her anger
As white tipped crests
Eroding pointed rocks
The gales blow the waves

She paints her anger as toppled trees
Struck by lightening
Burnt like her soul
The gales blew over the trees

She paints her anger
She paints all night