Her kohl outlines
Define the depth in her eyes
The eyes speaking of a chirpy morning
And the onset of the darkness after
Those first rays of that day
It wasn't his fault
He was fourteen
He loved cats
He loved dogs
And mud castles
She breathed him
Her breaths are futile now
Even a year later
Her fingers bare the same nail paint
Stained, her hands and feet, still in his blood
Smelling perfect of his cologne and mud
Hair bun neat and tidy
But none can feel the entangled knots of pain beneath
She's dressed to ****
**** her heart
The memories of her motherhood
She's waking another day to die another death.