The taste of scalding cappuccino
washed down with guilt, shame
and an irrational fear to be anyone other than
the shadow of the person staring back
in the cracked and dirty mirror.
She dreamt of white, falling confetti
and the sound of ringing bells-
but it all vanished
as she stood in the rain, hair dripping
like tear drops down that perfect dress.
Staring out of empty restaurant windows
avoiding all gazes, memories eating
at the crevices of such a poisoned mind
blackened lungs struggling to breathe
is everything lost? Always running away.
She fell too hard, broke more than her
brittle bones caked in salty blood-
the sight of destruction
on the unlit horizon
she was too young to have her chest hollowed out.
He has to keep wearing the same deceitful expression,
she only saw a painful broken red, in the end.