AHenwood

AHenwood Mar 2013

He saw the trails where the tears had stained her once perfect skin.
Her starry eyes were no longer brilliant,
But red rimmed and empty;
Only the dark void of nothingness was visible in her gaze.

He knew that her skeletal figure wasn’t always so displeasing.
And that her bleak expression, was once charismatic.
She use to laugh, and smile, and love.
She loved.

At the final glance he saw it,
How the blouse absorbed it all.
He once favored the way the silky material laid on her form;
The shade of pearl was now tainted by her bleeding chest.
The dark rouge liquid pulsated from her empty cavity,
The wound fresh, right over her left breast.

He shifted his eyes away from the sad, incomplete woman
Knowing with full knowledge that it was him
He did this to her.

When he stole her heart.

AHenwood Sep 2012

Shades of personality

I find my self bordering between a Brandeis Blue and a Bright Cerulean,
Not too brilliant like Turquoise, but yet
I don’t find myself as dull as the Cadet shade, nearly Grey.

Although, depending on the circumstance I can exude a shade of Chartreuse,
Which leaves others a bitter Cal Poly Green,
A color which looks terrible on anyone.

My favorite shade however, is of bright Ruby
Brilliant and fierce in all its color, but can suddenly change in one swift mix.
With Black it becomes a tainted ashen Rouge, spoiled and rotten with grief and distaste
Bubbling under your skin, turning into a fiery rampage

Rather than becoming pinkened with a serene Pearl
A complement to the Ruby, flushing it with hearts desire
Soothing it too a point of Lavender, then Boysenberry
And then finally,
Back to my Brandeis Blue.

— The End —